#kaiser-type rolls

[phandroids]

Main Dishes - Beef on Weck Recipe A simple roast beef sandwich with Buffalo, New York, local roots. Hard kaiser-style rolls known as kimmelwecks are dusted with coarse salt and caraway seeds. Regular rolls are converted into the classic weck rolls using this recipe.

[bluelockmaniac]

SPLASH .ᐟ

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, & meguru bachira (honourable mention) x fem!reader

synopsis. showering & bathing with your bllk husbands !

content warning. sfw !! suggestive but not really (?) but obviously lots of nakedness ノ pet names ノ mentions of menustral period, blood, & cramps in rin’s part ノ you scare the shit out of rin ノ itoshi brothers call you insults affectionately ノ you might have smacked sae’s butt ノgentleman reo ノ they’re all crazy rich men obsessed with you .

notes. 5.6k words (approx. 1k+ each) !

𝜗𝜚 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“hmm, this should do it!” you mused, a pleased smile gracing your lips as you admired your reflection in the vanity mirror. you twirled left and right, the rose-gold satin robe flowing gracefully like liquid gold as you checked yourself from every angle.

the silk was a recent gift from sae, one he had brought back from spain, and its smooth fabric clung loosely to your body.

tonight would be like every other night when your husband was home— you were ready to indulge in your routine— taking a shower with sae. initially, you were never the clingy type, but that all changed early in your marriage;

you had accidentally walked in on him under the assumption he was still at football practice, only to be met with the sight of him under the shower, water streaming down his sculpted body. you were flashed. though startled at first, he recovered pretty quickly and nonchalantly asked you to join him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. after all, it wasn’t like it was the first time you’d seen him naked, right?

your eyes flickered to the digital display on your mirror, noting the time and cool temperature. an idea occurred to you, and you decided that maybe after the shower, you could suggest a quick dip in the pool. the weather was nice and it wasn’t too late, either.

excitedly, you rushed into the master bathroom and swung the door loudly. you caught sight of him standing beneath the showerhead in the large shower enclosure, the droplets trailing down his well-built chest, then to his toned thighs and calves, and then finally pooling at his feet. the elder itoshi’s gaze met yours and he sighed, unfazed by your entrance— this had become routine for him, too.

his eyes travelled over to the smooth robe you were wearing, immediately recognizing it as the one he had gifted you. “you look beautiful,” he said simply as he reached to turn off the water and slid open the glass door.

“thank you,” you smiled as you began to undress. the silky material slipped off your shoulders easily, bunching up at your feet on the tiled floor. he extended his hand out toward you, and you took it, stepping into the shower stall.

“careful, don’t slip,” he warned.

you rolled your eyes, giving him a light smack on his rear, which made him frown slightly– he was usually the one doing that to you, not the other way around. you slid the door closed and retorted with a cheeky grin, “please, who do you think i am?”

he flicked your forehead gently and turned the water back on. “you say that every time but somehow still manage to slip, stupid.”

as the cool water hit your skin, you looked up at sae with a pout. “baby, the water’s too cold. i’ve told you before, i’d love it if you warmed it up whenever i enter.”

“yeah, yeah, what a spoiled princess,” he muttered, shooting you a half-assed glare before adjusting the temperature to your liking. you couldn’t help but smirk. there’s something you and only you could know— sae loved to spoil you like crazy during your showers, and that is precisely why you allowed yourself to play the role of a spoiled brat, knowing he would not mind and rather entertain it.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him and purposely fluttering your soft lashes. he grunted, recognizing the familiar look of expectation in your serene eyes. he looked up at the shelf that held various bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. 

“which body wash do you want this time?” he asked, his hand hovering over the shelf, knowing you could be indecisive. “and no being picky.”

you tapped your finger against your lips, eyeing the different scents he had spoiled you with. “hmm, i want the coconut drift, pl–” before you could finish, he was already reaching for it, “actually, i want the raspberry dreamscape.”

he narrowed his teal eyes at you but complied anyway, grabbing your light blue loofah from the hook. he squirted the raspberry-scented body wash onto it, rubbing it until it lathered into a light pink foam. he sat down on the wide bench built into the wall, pulling you by the waist until you stood right between his legs.

you looked down at him with a gentle smile, sighing softly and resting your hands on his shoulders as he scrubbed from your neck down to your abdomen. he then turned you around to scrub your back.

“sae, i know you’re taking a peek,” you teased, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

“yeah, no shit. i’m scrubbing your pretty ass right now,” he replied casually, being particularly gentle on your cheeks.

smiling, you turned back around and reached for your cherry dew shampoo, pumping some into your hands. you lathered it up before sae stood up, holding your waist and lowering his head slightly so your fingers could reach his wet, reddish hair.

“smells like you,” he murmured as you massaged your shampoo into his scalp.

“good, you’ll think of me while you’re training.”

“i do that regardless.”

his words caught you off-guard, making you fumble slightly as you ruffled his hair. “r-right…” you stammered before quickly changing the subject. “—oh, i almost forgot, do you want to go outside? the weather’s nice.”

sae moved aside the damp strands of hair clinging to your skin and planted a light kiss on the side of your neck. “alright,”

as you followed him out of the enclosure, your wet foot accidentally slipped on the polished floor tiles. you panicked, squeezing your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the fall, but instead of hitting the solid floor, you felt a pair of strong hands catch you. sae steadied you and then handed you a towel to dry off.

“told you you’d manage to slip this time, too,” he added, slipping on his velvety, crimson robe with a smirk that only fueled your embarrassment.

“ugh…” you groaned as you wrapped yourself in your rose-gold robe. you looked up at him, then without a word, hugged him tightly. “carry me.”

he rolled his eyes, but you found yourself pressed up against his chest in less than a moment, his arms wrapped securely around you. your arms clung around his neck, and your legs linked tightly around his waist.

“why did i marry you, again?” he asked, pinching your side lightly.

you buried your face into the crook of his neck and he could feel you grin against his skin. “because you love me.”

“. . . unfortunately.”

𝜗𝜚 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“i thought i told you to get up,” rin grumbled, looming over the bed where you were cuddled comfortably under the duvet. “you’re lucky i’m even taking time out of my day to help you.”

you burrowed yourself deeper into the bed, pulling the duvet over your head to avoid his gaze. “i don’t want to move!” you protested, and even that subtle movement sent a sharp pain through your abdomen, making you wince at your cramps’ unbearable pain. “and besides, that's the bare minim–”

unimpressed, rin rolled his eyes and yanked the blanket off your face, gently lifting you up into his arms. your legs dangled over his elbows as he held you close. “i’ve already prepared the bath.” he said softly.

you tried to resist, throwing weak punches at his chest with your fists, but it was no use. you gave up and fell limp against his chest. the pain was too much, too uncomfortable, and the idea of being spoiled by your husband, even for a little while, was pretty tempting. 

still, you weren’t going to surrender completely without a fight. as you buried your face into his chest, an ominous smile tugged at your lips— a smile rin which knew all too well, one that made him visibly nervous. it was the kind of smile that meant you had something up your sleeve.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking of, but seriously, forget it,” he warned, eyeing you suspiciously. you responded by giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek, causing him to pause and narrow his turquoise eyes. “dammit.”

your husband set you down on the bathroom counter and began unbuttoning your floral pajama top, pulling it over your head. you gripped the edge of the counter for support, tipping your head back slightly as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss onto your neck. 

while rin busied himself with discarding the rest of your clothes, you slyly reached out and grabbed the white, gold-rimmed bin filled up with lotions, moisturizers, essential oils, and various other bath products. pretty normal, nothing suspicious so far. you peered into it, a giggle escaping your lips as you spotted this evening’s target: a bath bomb.

but this time, its colour was red.

“stop giggling at nothing, you weirdo,” he chided, scooping you carefully into his arms. his expression softened as he noticed how tightly your fingers gripped onto him, and the way your eyes squeezed shut in discomfort. “sorry, did that hurt?”

“n-no, i’m fine,” you reassured him. rin nodded, lowering you gently into the large, pre-prepared bath. it was just the way you liked it during your painful time of the month— warm, bordering on hot, with medium-sized bubbles floating on the surface.

“i’ll bring your favourite chocolate in a bit,” he said, gently lapping the water toward you before attempting to withdraw and leave. “call my name if you need anything, i’ll be outs— shit.”

it happened too fast for him to react. before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his arm with whatever strength you had left and pulled him into the bath with you. he fell into the water with a loud splash, soaking him completely. for a hot moment, the bathroom was filled with awkward silence and the sound of water settling around you.

rin sat there, his stretchy navy shirt and black, knee-high shorts clinging to his body, drenched and dripping. he closed his eyes, one hand covering his face like a visor as he tried to calm himself. his other hand rested on the slippery surface of the tub for support.

you bit your lip, struggling to stifle a giggle as you crawled through the water towards him, pushing his knees apart so you could sit on his lap.

“i think it’s unfair that you still have your clothes on while i’m… y’know,” you pouted.

he threw you a glare, his hands gripping your waist as he tried to push you away, but you wouldn’t budge. “i fucking knew there was something wrong with your sudden obedience,” he scoffed, throwing his head back against the rim of the tub in surrender. you took the opportunity to hook your legs under his thighs and peel the shirt over his head.

“i’ll leave your shorts on…” you paused, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “—unless?”

“no.”

“yeah– thought so.”

settling against his chest, you felt his large hands move to rub berry blossom body wash into his palms. he placed both hands on your waist, sliding them up and down your sides before his fingers began tracing lazily patterns along your back.

you softly sighed and rested your chin on his upper chest, looking as blissful as ever. rin was almost tempted to lean down and kiss you until you were gasping for air, but you beat him to it. linking your arms around his neck, you slotted your mouth against his. he reciprocated, but not before pinching your side lightly, just enough to squirm in his grasp.

unbeknownst to him, however, your arm had slithered around and rummaged quietly through the white bin until it found a soft, round object. you smiled against his mouth, then subtly dropped the red bath bomb into the water with a quiet splash.

“f-fuck…” you whimpered suddenly, breaking the kiss and clutching your stomach as your face contorted—eyes squinting—in feigned pain.

rin’s brows furrowed in confusion, and he instinctively adjusted his position to grip onto your shoulders in concern. “what’s wrong? you okay?”

you didn’t respond, instead blinking up at him with half-closed eyes once, then twice, before letting your eyelids slip shut and beginning to breathe softly.

“y/—” one could say his heart practically stopped beating at that moment, his eyes widening as he watched the water around you cloud with a sweet cherry red dye. it also definitely did not help that you decided it was a good idea to fall limp onto his chest, though you were clearly breathing normally.

was your monthly bleeding supposed to be this excessive?

“w-what the fuck!” he fretted in horror as he shook your shoulders forcefully, his hand trembling as he patted your cheek, trying to get you to meet his gaze. your eyes were bleary, yet they still had their usual shine. “is this fucking normal? are you going to bleed to death? should i call for help–??”

over the course of your marriage, you had never seen rin panic like this. in the ten-plus years of knowing him, this was the first time you’d witnessed him so completely consumed by worry for you. typically, rin kept his emotions under control, reacting subtly to any situation. but now, as the vivid colour surrounded you both, you could see the raw concern surfacing on his face.

of course, a large part of you felt guilty— wondering if maybe you’d gone a tad bit too far this time. the last thing you wanted was for him to fall ill or lose focus during his next game because of the stress you caused.

unable to hold it back any longer, you let out the laugh you’d been suppressing, and rin’s expression immediately shifted from panic to deadpan. like, literally. immediately. just that stupid giggle of yours was all it took for him to realize he had managed to fall for one of your traps yet again— this time, in the most ridiculous way possible.

he simply stood up without a word and kicked the lumpy, fizzing bath bomb away. then, with water dripping down his tight-to-skin shorts, he stepped out of the tub.

“wait, rin—” you called out from behind, your hands gripping the rim of the tub as you tried to sit up.

he glanced over his shoulder with an unreadable expression as he dried himself with a towel. you noticed the faint pink tint on his cheeks, likely from the lingering embarrassment and panic. after all, even if your bleeding had been heavy, there was no way the dye would’ve been that saturated in such a large tub.

“...i’m going to say this one more time,” he said calmly, “call me if you need anything or if you want to leave the tub so i can bathe you,” he walked slowly back to you, bending down until his face was close to yours.

“i’m sor–” you started to apologize, but he cut you off.

“and one more thing,” he added, cupping your face gently in his hands. “you scared me to death, you fool. i fucking love you. don’t do that again.”

before you could respond, he sealed his lips against yours. it was safe to say you decided then and there that you wouldn’t pull that particular prank again— at least, not without the promise that he’d shower with you as part of the deal, of course.

𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

friday had finally arrived– the long-awaited end to an exhausting week. to you, it usually meant you had all the time in the world to pamper yourself and indulge in self-care. heavy emphasis on usually, because unfortunately, this wasn’t always the case when you had an extremely insufferable (but annoyingly loveable) husband.

if there was one thing kaiser excelled at— besides hurling terrifyingly creative insults at people he barely knew and dominating the football field— it was his nonstop teasing.

you stepped into your spacious master bathroom with a soft towel embroidered with delicate begonia patterns tucked snugly under your arm. your shoulders felt unbearably stiff, and your back throbbed with ache. the thought of dipping your leg into the hot, bubbly bath you had prepared earlier was quite literally the only thing keeping you upright.

finally, your body made contact with the euphoric warmth as you lowered yourself into the wide, glossy marble bathtub positioned near the window. the heat of the water instantly began to soothe your sore muscles, and you let out a content sigh, leaning back against the built-in backrest.

oh, it was going to be so relaxing. would have been, if kaiser hadn’t suddenly barged into the washroom without so much as a courtesy knock— though knowing him, you doubted he even considered such things. the sudden intrusion made you flinch and pulled you out of the comfortable state you’d just begun to enjoy.

“knock before you enter, stupid,” you snapped, shooting him a glare as you sank deeper into the frothy water until only the top half of your head peeked out.

kaiser shut the door behind him and stood there practically naked. your eyes trailed down the path of pearly beads of water that teasingly trickled down his toned chest with no shame. the white cotton towel that hung loosely around his waist threatened to unravel and reveal what’s hidden beneath with the slightest blow of the wind.

“you’re really soaking in here all by yourself after i told you i wanted to join you, prinzessin?” he rolled his eyes, but with no real irritation in his voice as he sauntered toward you. his fingers deftly unhooked the towel from his waist, nonchalantly tossing it into the hamper.

you pushed yourself back up, fingers gripping the edge of the bathtub for support before wiping your face with your palms, water droplets sliding down your cheeks. raising a brow, you asked, “mihya– are you seriously planning to get in even after you’ve clearly just showered?”

you watched as he slipped into the tub, settling in front of you. his head leaned back against the cool marble edge, arms casually draped along the sides of the bathtub.

“that was just the rinse i always take after football practice,” he explained lazily, “is it really so terrible to want to bathe with my beautiful wife?”

you let out an exaggerated sigh, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips from his compliment– though he tended to throw that one your way frequently.

“you’re so annoying,” you laughed, slowly crawling across the slippery surface of the tub toward him. your hands settled on his broad shoulders as you guided yourself onto his bare lap. “now i don’t even have room to stretch my legs.”

his tattooed hand, adorned with the blue crown, came to rest on your waist. though, unfortunately, you were oblivious to the subtle movement of his other hand, instead nestling your head against his chest.

it felt so serene— until it wasn’t.

seriously, what could possibly go wrong while you’re comfortably straddling your husband’s lap, eyes sewn shut, head on his chest as you try to continue your weekly post-work relaxation session?

apparently, everything.

in an instant, a jolt of freezing cold water slammed onto your back, each drop hitting you like a small brick. your eyes flew open and a loud gasp was drawn from you as you shot upright, instinctively scrambling away from him. you nearly slipped on the slick surface in the process as you tried to escape the showerhead above you. who thought it was a good idea to combine a bathtub with a shower, anyway?

“michael!” you whined, seeking warmth under the foamy blanket of sea. “that was cruel…”

he grinned, reaching over to turn off the water, which had started to drench him, too.

“sorry, meine liebe,” he cooed, moving to your side and pressing a gentle, almost apologetic kiss to your trembling shoulders. “i heard cold water’s great for sore muscles.”

“you and i both know that’s not why you did it,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

he raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer until your cheek pressed against his chest.

“hmm. well, you know, if i’m feeling generous, i might give you a life-changing massage or even treat you to your favourite food if y—”

“life-ending massage, you mean. you nearly crushed my bones last time– i literally felt my soul leaving my body.” you paused for emphasis before adding, “and i'm getting my food without any ‘ifs’.”

he chuckled and stood up with a smirk, the water sliding off his exposed body as he stepped out of the tub. he grabbed his simple towel and slung it over his shoulder before glancing back at you.

“fine, but i won’t order anything– i’ll cook.”

your heart sank. his cooking was nothing short of life-threatening.

“god, please, no!”

𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

“sorry, sweetheart, let me just…” reo murmured, draping a silky, red fabric over your eyes, tying it securely behind your head. “there we go, baby. can you see anything?”

“no, reo,” you replied with a small shake of your head as your hand hovered uncertainly in the air, searching for his. 

a soft laugh escaped his lips before reaching out to thread his fingers in your hand. you could only weakly map out every subtle turn in your mind as he led you somewhere in your mansion. finally, he came to a stop, causing you to bump into his firm back.

your toes flexed and unflexed, feeling the plush carpet beneath you. the texture was familiar, and you quickly recognized that he had brought you to the grand bathroom adjacent to the balcony on the upper level of your mansion.

“ready?” he asked, the double doors creaking softly as he opened them. he turned back to you, fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you in. “i’m taking your blindfold off, sweetheart.”

as the velvety fabric slipped off and fluttered noiselessly to the carpet, your eyes widened in awe. a gasp escaped past your parted, plump lips as you took in the almost surreal sight in front of you.

“baby, you didn’t have to…”

you entered the large, steamy room and the warmth of the automatically heated floor, immediately seeped into your feet. in the corner of the washroom, the jacuzzi tub was filled to the brim with fluffy clouds of white foam, and was decorated with delicate red rose petals scattered everywhere like confetti. and to make things even more romantic, vanilla-scented candles were lit on the flat edges of the tub.

your gaze shifted to a small glass table beside the tub, where a bubble machine quietly hummed classical music and released shimmering bubbles into the air. 

“do you like it?” his voice interrupted your silent admiration, and you quickly turned around, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. you locked your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“i… i love it,” you whispered. your eyes wafted back toward the jacuzzi and you moved toward it. “thank you, reo.”

he smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that reached his eyes as he rested a reassuring hand on your shoulder. his fingers began to work from behind, unzipping the back of your fitted dress and pulling the delicate material down. “anything for my favourite lady.”

the cool air soon kissed your bare skin; dress and undergarments neatly folded by reo and set aside in the walk-in closet adjoining the bathroom. heat rose to your cheeks as you stood there, exposed. though he had seen you naked countless times before, it had always managed to leave you flustered.

your head hung low, eyes fixed down on the marble tiles beneath you as you crossed your arms over your chest, each hand on the opposite shoulder.

he noticed your bashful demeanor and chuckled softly. his hands found their place on your waist, and he bent down slightly to press slow, sweet kisses along your collarbone. you stared down at him lovingly, hands coming up to card through his soft, amethyst hair. the feeling of his lips trailing across your skin made your breath hitch, and when planted a singular, feather-light kiss on the bottom curve of your breast, your eyes fluttered shut. he straightened up to properly look at you, a grin playing at his lips.

“what, you nervous?” he teased, ruffling your hair affectionately. “smile for me, yeah? my beautiful angel.”

you opened your eyes, looking at him shyly. “stop it… you’re embarrassing me.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, his fingers reaching up to loosen his tie when you suddenly stopped him.

“i’m going to undress you.” you stated firmly, your fingers already skillfully loosening the silky tie and sliding it over his head before beginning to work on the black buttons of his suit.

“t-that’s…” his voice faltered, and he could not suppress the rosy pink tint from spreading across his pale cheeks. the sight of your focused expression– your squinted, dreamy eyes and the way your lips tucked under your teeth as you undid his clothing left him flustered.

it made his heart swell from the overwhelming realization of how much he loved you. how had he gotten so lucky, he wondered, to be with someone as lovely and gentle as you, let alone marry you?

“there, all done!” you exclaimed with a satisfied smile as you gave his firm abs a gentle pat.

“i’m going to make you undress me every single time now, no complaints,” he chuckled, grabbing your hand and helping you into the jacuzzi. the two of you settled beside each other, sinking into the rose-petal-littered, bubbly water.

reo pulled you in closer to him until your bodies were nuzzled together, aligned inch-to-inch. he let out a deep, relaxed sigh, about to throw his head back when he noticed you scooping up a handful of foamy water mixed with a few rose petals, the water seeping from between the gaps of your fingers.

you gave him a cheeky grin as you hovered your hands above his head and released the blooms, letting them fall delicately onto his hair.

he laughed and plucked a petal from his head, pressing it near your collarbone until it stuck. “sorry, gorgeous, but these petals look much better on you,”

he leaned in and pecked your soft lips. one by one, he began to pick up individual petals, carefully sticking each one all over your body, as if adorning you with pretty rubies. his lips followed each placement, planting a tender kiss on every petal he laid on your skin. the whole time, he maintained eye contact with you, those half-lidded orchid eyes making the blood rush rapidly to your cheeks.

satisfied, he reached over and picked up a nearby moveable silver-rimmed mirror and handed it to you, showing you your petal-covered body.

“see? aren’t you just the prettiest?”

𝜗𝜚 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, i’m serious— if you fall asleep one more time, i’ll leave you in the tub alone,” you warned almost seriously, patting his cheek gently to rouse him. his heavy eyelids fluttered, and you could see the sleep creeping back as he began to slip beneath the water again.

the giant of a man’s broad back was pressed firmly against your chest as your fingers worked their mystique across his fatigued muscles. you kneaded at his shoulders, and fisted at his back, pressing his muscles gently. it wasn’t that he was sore– no. this had become a habit, something he looked forward to after a draining football practice or game.

your massages were the best of the best, his personal heaven, the kind that always managed to lull him to the brink of sleep. he had tried numerous massages from professional masseuses before you two got married, but none could ever compare to the sorcery of your hands.

“noo, i’ll drownnn…” his voice was a whine slurred with sleep. he blinked his bleary eyes before lazily readjusting his position. 

“then wake up! you’re heavier when you’re sleeping!” you scolded, poking at his shoulders.

“’kay…” he muttered, but you knew better. as expected, no sooner had he mumbled his agreement than his eyes clamped shut again, his head nodding forward. you grunted softly and wiggled out from under him, carefully removing his weight from your lap.

with some effort, you managed to move your husband, pulling him upright so he could be seated properly against the cool, black granite wall of the pool.

“hmph,” you huffed, shoving your hand underwater before splashing his sleepy face with a huge wave of water. he flinched awake and nearly lost his footing on the slippery pool floor, his hands shooting out to hold onto the edge to steady himself. “you asked for it, dummy.”

he groaned and rubbed his face with a grumpy expression. “y’play so unfairly, baby,” he muttered. his long arm reached out and, before you could react, grabbed your wrist, effortlessly pulling you against his chest. your hands were suddenly pressed against his sculpted abdomen. his large hands cupped your cheeks gently, tilting your head to the left, then the right, then back again as if inspecting you.

“hm, something’s different ‘bout you,” he mused, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a satisfied hum. “ah. new shampoo…?” he leaned back slightly, comically raising his head to the crystal chandelier above, as if deep in thought. “strawberry elixir?”

your eyes widened in surprise. if there was one thing that amazed you about nagi, it was his uncanny observance despite his notorious laziness. you had bought the expensive shampoo just a few days ago and only today had you used it for the first time, when you showered before entering the bath.

it may be the sort of detail people would quickly notice but perhaps that was the special privilege he granted to the person he loved. for you, he gave you the rare gift of his focused attention.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in amusement. leaning in, you pressed a long kiss to his lips, which he lazily reciprocated. “that’s not going to make me forgive you, you know,” you murmured against his mouth, though your smile betrayed the truth.

he groaned, shifting his gaze to the scented oil bottles lined along the rim of the hot tub. without much thought, he blinked slowly and shrugged, reaching for the bottle labeled lavender dream. carelessly, he poured the entire contents into the water, the strong fragrance immediately filling the bathroom.

“nagi!” you cried, eyes wide in horror. “you don’t just add oil directly to water! they won’t mix!”

he paused, staring at the tiny droplets of oil floating on the surface before glancing down at the guilty-looking empty bottle in his hands. “oh. you’re right.”

“don’t just–!”

“uh… i have an idea,” he muttered, calmly ruffling your hair. you watched as he pushed himself up and out of the hot tub (you’re amazed he took the initiative to do something himself) and walked to the controller wall, completely unbothered by the fact he was butt-naked.

at the click of one rectangular button, the jets at the bottom of the tub immediately activated and powerful streams of water began to come from underneath, kneading at your muscles.

a delightful sigh left your lips as nagi slid back beside you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“see, baby?” he murmured, trailing his fingers over the water, feeling the water ripple over his skin. “the oil’ll disappear sooner or later, m’kay?”

you nodded your head, slightly but not fully convinced. you turned around to hug him, closing your eyes. “sure… but i’ll just use one of the guest bathrooms if it doesn’t.”

“we’ll.” 

he added too quickly for a man like him. he needed your massages after all– not the jets which, while comforting, did not come close enough to the way your hands worked.

you rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, “yes, yes, together.”

just then, the large television mounted on the porcelain-tiled wall turned on, drawing your attention. you turned your head to find nagi waving the remote with a subtle grin.

“wanna watch a movie and cuddle?”

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 and baths go so well together because they are so silly. you can always find him at the shower control panel, playing with the settings until the outline of the tub glowed in ethereal colours of topaz and quartz and emerald.

also, the bath would inevitably become a sea of yellow rubber duckies because he thinks they're cute and they match his hair! he does leave the cleanup to you, though :(

besides, this man would be so indecisive when it comes to water temperature. one minute it’s icy cold, the next it’s scorching hot, only to swing to cold again because, well, he felt like it! the two of you would end up dancing in the water like goofs, splashing and kicking at each other because no one is watching you in your private yard– but you’re sure he’d do it in front of many eyes anyway.

one of his favourite games is to try and carry you on his back as he swims around the tub. despite your repeated warnings that he’d sink under the combined weight, he’d insist on trying, each attempt failing worse than the previous.

but the best part? even though you’re both naked, baths and showers with him were about anything but sexual. he sees you naked– okay? lovely! let’s see who could hold their breath the longest underwater.

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[txrully]

I'M SO STUPID IN LOVE!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary lovey-dovey things they'd do for you!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness .

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning lowercase intended

·˚ ༘ ꒱ song inspo stupid in love - max ( ft. huh yunjin of lsrfm )

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

you know how isagi’s brain is basically soccer, soccer, soccer? well, this man rewires his ENTIRE system for you. suddenly, every time he scores a goal, he dedicates it to you. like, mid-celebration he’s shouting your name in front of thousands of people. embarrassing? a lil. cute? definitely.

he’s also the type to leave you notes everywhere. you’ll open your locker, and boom: "i hope your day is as perfect as your smile. also, pls drink water. - yoichi 🩵"

or you’ll find random sticky notes around the house with stuff like: "you're cuter than my dog. and that’s saying a lot." ( i hc he's a dog person, fight me 🫠 )

"yoichi, did you seriously compare me to your dog again?"

"is that bad?? you’re both my top priorities!"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira is a walking ball of chaos, and it only gets worse when he’s in love. he makes you weird handmade crafts—like a necklace with your initials carved into a random rock he found because “the vibes were immaculate.”

he’s also the king of grand gestures. once, he showed up outside your window in the middle of the night blasting your favorite song from a boombox. and no, he didn’t think it through—he got yelled at by your neighbors, but he swears it was worth it.

"meguru, why is there a rock with my name on it?"

"because i love you. duh."

"…you couldn’t just buy a necklace??"

"where’s the FUN in that?? D:< "

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

soft tsundere energy incoming. rin doesn’t say much, but when he’s in love, he SHOWS it. like, he’ll memorize your coffee order, your favorite book, and the exact way you like your hoodie sleeves rolled up. you swear he’s psychic, but he’s just that attentive.

he also sends you texts at random times:

"don’t forget your umbrella. it’s going to rain."

"i noticed you like this song. added it to my playlist."

you’re 99% sure his search history is “how to take care of someone without being obvious.”

"rin, did you... did you learn how to make my favorite food?"

"shut up and eat it."

"you’re so sweet it’s disgusting."

"i said shut up."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi’s love language? pure, lazy dedication. he may not seem like the romantic type, but trust me—he will move mountains for you... as long as it doesn’t require getting up too much.

once, he spent HOURS figuring out how to build you a playlist of all your favorite songs, complete with a cover photo of you two. he even labeled it: "for my player 2 🕹️"

"sei, this playlist is amazing!"

"mm, yeah, it was exhausting. now can we nap?"

"you literally just sat there and clicked buttons."

"exactly. so tiring.."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo goes all out for you—no budget, no limits, no second thoughts. one time, you mentioned how pretty cherry blossoms are, and the next thing you know, he’s flying you to a festival in japan. casually might i add.

but the sweetest part? he remembers the little things. your favorite snack? stocked in his pantry. your favorite flower? delivered to your doorstep every friday. he spoils you rotten but somehow makes it feel like the most natural thing in the world.

"reo, this is too much—"

"no, it’s not. nothing’s too much for you."

"you’re literally insane."

"only for you, babe."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is the definition of 💌romantic aesthetic💌. he writes you poetry and leaves it in random places, like your bag or your coat pocket. sometimes, you don’t even notice until hours later.

he also takes you on dreamy dates—picnics in scenic fields, long bike rides at sunset, and slow dances in your living room when it’s raining outside. everything he does feels like it’s straight out of a romance movie.

"hyoma, did you just quote a shakespeare sonnet to me?"

"maybe."

"oh my god, you’re so dramatic."

"and yet you’re still here."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is the sweetest, softest boy in love. he keeps a journal where he writes down all the little things you do that make him happy. once, you caught him scribbling, and he turned BRIGHT red.

he’s also the king of quiet acts of service. your phone’s always fully charged, your favorite snacks magically appear in your bag, and you never have to ask for help because he’s already two steps ahead.

"yo, were you writing about me again?"

"no... maybe. okay, yes."

"you’re adorable."

"please don’t look."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

oh boy. shidou is CHAOTIC in love. this man would probably fight a wild animal to impress you. he’s all about making you laugh, even if it means doing the dumbest stunts imaginable.

one time, he literally climbed a tree to get you a flower. it wasn’t even a nice flower. but hey, it’s the thought that counts.

"ryu, you’re bleeding. what did you do??"

"got you this flower. cool, huh?"

"you FELL OUT OF A TREE FOR THIS??"

"worth it."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae is the definition of quiet but deadly romantic. he doesn’t show his feelings often, but when he does? damn. like, he’ll casually fly in from another country just to spend the weekend with you because “it’s no big deal.”

he also sends you fancy gifts out of nowhere. but if you call him out, he’ll play it cool like it’s nothing.

"sae, did you just buy me an entire designer collection?"

"it’s just clothes."

"just clothes?? this cost more than my rent!"

"and you look better than rent."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser loves showing off, especially when it comes to you. he’ll buy out a billboard just to plaster your picture on it with the words "the love of my life 🩵."

but he’s also surprisingly sweet. like, he’ll carry your bag, fix your hair when it’s windy, or randomly pull you into a dance in the middle of the street just because he can.

"michael, did you seriously put my face on a billboard??"

"obviously. everyone needs to know you’re mine."

"you’re ridiculous."

"ridiculously in love with you, yes."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness is a total softie. he writes you little love letters and leaves them in your mailbox, signed with his initials like he’s a secret admirer. you obviously know it’s him, but you let him think he’s being sneaky.

he’s also BIG on cuddles. whenever he sees you, it’s like he can’t function until he gets a hug.

"ness, you know i know it’s you, right?"

"…you’re supposed to pretend you don’t!"

"why?"

"because it’s romantic!"

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[kaiser1ns]

Itoshi Sae rolled his eyes as he saw Michael Kaiser flirting and trying to be more touchy with you—twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, holding eye contact just a bit longer than usual, leaning slightly towards when you speak, typing something on your phone.

“Oh, so do you like centre-forwards?” he’d ask looking back at Sae, smirking, and the Japanese player was never more annoyed. Kaiser's gaze returned to you and as you opened your mouth to say something, someone else grabbed your hand, fingers interlaced with yours, leading you away from the cocky striker.

“Sorry,” you said, looking over your shoulder at the blonde man with a teasing smile. “I’m more into midfielders.”

Kaiser's smirk faltered for the first time, clearly taken aback. He watched you blow him a playful kiss, stunned as he realized you'd been using him to get a reaction out of Sae this whole time. Clearly, he was not used to being played with like this or at all. This was a game he hadn’t expected to lose, but it’s not game over yet.

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[cheralith]

childhood bestfriend!kaiser who accidentally finds out who you gave your first kiss to after being under the impression you still had it.

sure, you both were reaching an age where most people had already kissed another, been bedded, under-age drank, but kaiser never took you as the type to be so… promiscuous (“your dad was okay with it?” he had asked. “why the hell would i tell my dad about that.” your eye roll had never been louder.)

it was apparently some classmate you had dated briefly back in early high school, a time where you had both were barely able to see each other since kaiser spent some time in jail after being framed and after being bailed out by his manager, spent the majority of his time in his team’s training clubhouse. it didn’t help that it was quite a few towns away from your own, so communication grew weary between you and him during that time.

so when you and him finally reconnected and began to settle down with each other once again at an older age, where you and him were blooming into college, he’s amazed to see how much you had grown during the past few years, how your featured had matured into themselves so elegantly that sometimes, when you weren’t looking, he’d examine each bit of your features to get a proper look.

it was a little difficult attempting to gain a proper stance from him, since all the training at bastard mündchen had clearly done a work on him both good and bad, but when kaiser felt himself relaxing more and more with each frequented interaction with you—he’s brought back to when you were both children and didn’t know any better of the world around you.

so imagine his shock when you accidentally let it slip out that your first kiss went rather wrong as you and him are watching some sort of foreign sports movie where the main character’s long-time love interest finally kisses him.

“god i remember my first kiss,” you say casually, making kaiser snap his neck towards you so fast.

first kiss? you had your first kiss already? before he did???

sure, kaiser had a good amount of fans that flocked to him every chance they got and perhaps he’s done a little bit of entertaining to them, but even so—he still hasn’t necessarily had such a moment shared with another. he never felt like he needed to focus on it… never felt like it was some deed worth prioritizing becoming the best striker… until now.

“huh?” kaiser shuffles in his place and furrows his brows tightly, a vein barely visible from his forehead. “whaddya mean first kiss? with who? when?”

the questions shoot out all at once, you can’t help but laugh at kaiser’s (supposed) curiosity. you suppose the suspense of knowing what happened to that runt he met at eight years old has experienced since his arrest.

“oh, it was just a classmate from one of my sophomore classes,” you wave a hand, as if it was completely nothing to hold much regard to.

kaiser twitched, his eyes flickering towards your ripened lips. “and you gave him your first kiss?”

“probably my last too,” you sigh out wearily, “haven’t really had much people interested in me since then.”

he fell silent, going to scan your face again once more as you fixated your gaze to the tv, circling in on your lips again that give a soft pout. he twitched.

“he got too excited and ended up moreso clashing his mouth on mine—we ended up clacking teeth pretty hard,” you snort out as you stare in quiet amazement at how tender and soft the tv’s couple’s kisses were. “it ended up hurting too much to try and continue.”

you bite your lip, concentrated. “i dunno, i just wish it was more slowly, more… in-the-moment.”

kaiser twitched once more. noticing your wistful gaze at the movie playing in front of you and him. he flickers his eyes toward the intimate scene that you seem so focused on. he pays attention to how the lips of the two characters flow in a certain rhythm and how they meld into each other. they seem loose, relaxed, and that lack of tension made the kiss seem much more romantic.

he thinks back to some of how his teammates greet their girlfriends with kisses, or how he’ll just see a random couple locking lips with each other in the bars his team and him tended to as a celebration of a victorious game. kaiser had never felt a compulsion to experience such a thing, but there’s a strange magnetic feeling he’s getting that tugs him closer to you that is very much not his own rationale’s doing.

he says it with too much confidence. he says it like he’s done it numerous times before, like he’s a master at it, despite never even paying such avid attention to another’s lips until now. so kaiser doesn’t know why, but he suddenly blurts out,

“then let me show you a proper kiss.”

[dollbrbie]

♡ ⸝⸝ NEVER GETTING RID OF HIM

cw. ex!kaiser & bratz!reader , mentions of alcohol use , make up sex , rough sex , possessiveness

kaiser (do not reply) :

who’s that guy ur talking to??

1:02 am

kaiser (do not reply) :

don’t play w me yk i’ll come over and kick his ass

1:03 am

you roll your eyes at the texts that light up your phone screen. how unbelievably childish. kaiser has always been the type of guy that seems to believe you’re still his when you’re most definitely not. besides, you had been broken up for two months now, it was about time for the both of you to start moving on.

that’s why you found yourself talking to some guy at the club, drunk out of your mind, the one kaiser was conveniently also at. you wouldn’t even put it past him if he came only because he found out you were. he was a little crazy like that.

“yeah, but anyways as i was saying..”, you say, putting your phone on silent and back in your bag, smiling back up at the stranger.

you suddenly feel an arm snake around your waist, the hold way too familiar, “hey, baby.”, your ex boyfriend smiles, a hint of irritation in his eyes.

you scoff with an eye roll, “what do you want?”

“just wondering why this guy is talking to my girl is all.”, he shrugs nonchalantly, like he was really still your man.

“i’m not your fucking girl, kaiser.”

“uhh.. yeah i think i’ll head off.”, the guy you had previously been talking to says awkwardly, pulling a straight smile before wandering off into the crowd.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i was talking to him! you can’t just show up whenever you feel like.”, you yell against the loud music echoing through your ears.

“y’still my girl whether you like it or not. you think i’m gonna let these loser guys think they have a chance with you?”

“i’m not your girl for fuck sake!”, you yell in frustration, “we broke up, don’t you get it? we’re done.”

you sigh in pure frustration before attempting to storm off, kaiser’s hand quick to grab your wrist to prevent that, “alright, hold on, please. just hear me out.”

you turn around, looking at his defeated face, causing your heart to thump, “why should i, though? it’s not like you deserve it.”

“i know, baby. i know.”, he admits, pulling you closer, “but can’t we just talk?”, he adds, “cmon?”

“fine. where?”

“oh- fuck.”, you whimper out as you feel kaiser bottom out inside you, “baby, please.”

“yeah? what is it, beautiful? use your words.”

you knew this would happen. it always does whenever you and kaiser go to ‘talk things out’. you always end up underneath him, fucking you like he’s never fucked you before. i guess that was one good thing about this.

“too much-”

“nah.. you can take it baby, cmon.”, he coaxes, seeing the way your body squirmed, knowing you were close to reaching your peak.

kaiser knew you and your body too well. the way your legs would squirm and your back would arch when that knot of pleasure would build up in your stomach. the way your nails would claw his back and your legs refused to stay still when it was getting too much.

he knew you like the back of his hand and he knew exactly how to tip you over the edge.

and just like his predictions, you arch your back as you mewl out, “m’gonna cum..”

“already, baby?”, he asks through a breathy laugh to which you nod frantically, your legs wrapping around kaiser’s waist, your pleasure so close to tipping over.

“go on then, cum for me, pretty.”, he coaxes once more, your orgasm spilling over the edge and shooting down your body, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes screw shut and your legs tighten around your ex’s waist.

kaiser continues fucking you through your orgasm, your beautiful whines sending him over the edge as he overstimulates your pretty pussy, “what? y’think i’m done? i’ve not even come yet.”, he adds, “and we have a lot of making up to do, don’t we?”

he kisses away your tears of pleasure, smiling to himself as he has you exactly where he wants you. he let you have your time believing you were standing on business. but you had always been his and he certainly won’t be letting you escape from his grasp again.

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[justcat-judging]

₊ ⊹ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞! ⊹ ₊

˚ʚY/N told them her ideal type which was the complete opposite of them. ɞ˚

˚ʚKaiser Micheal x Reader, Ness Alexis x Reader(seperate)ɞ˚

˚ʚpt.5, pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4ɞ˚

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₊ ⊹ 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 ⊹ ₊

You and Kaiser are hanging out after practice, his usual self-absorbed chatter filling the air while you scroll through your phone.

“So, what’s your type?” he asks, that smug grin creeping across his face.

You glance up, pretending to think. “Hmm… I like guys who are quiet, humble, and down-to-earth. Maybe a little shy. Definitely not someone who’s always showing off.”

Kaiser freezes. His smirk falters for just a moment before he leans in, eyes narrowing. “You’re really gonna sit here and tell me that’s your type?”

You nod, keeping a straight face. “Yeah, I think it’s cute. Totally my type.”

Kaiser lets out a low, incredulous chuckle. “That’s funny. You’ve been hanging out with me for weeks now, and I’m anything but humble. You’re full of shit.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What can I say? I like a challenge.”

He laughs, loud and confident. “A challenge? Babe, you don’t have to look any further. I’m exactly what you want. I’m the best, and you know it.”

You roll your eyes, trying to keep the grin from spreading. “Sure, whatever you say, Kaiser.”

His smile widens, fully aware of what he’s doing. “Admit it. You’re hooked on me. I’m exactly your type—you just don’t want to say it yet. But I’m already in your head.”

You snicker, finally giving in. “Fine. You’re right. Michael Kaiser is my type.”

He leans back, arms crossed, looking utterly victorious. “I knew it. You don’t need to hide it. No one can resist me.”

₊ ⊹ 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬 ⊹ ₊

You and Ness are sitting on the benches after practice, him leaning a little too close as usual. His eyes are practically glued to you, that dreamy smile never wavering.

“So… what’s your type?” he asks, tilting his head like a puppy waiting for praise.

You pretend to think, tapping your chin. “Hmm… I guess I like guys who are really serious, kind of intimidating. The quiet, brooding type who doesn’t let anyone get too close.”

For a moment, Ness just stares at you, blinking. Then, to your surprise, his cheeks turn red, and a tiny, breathy laugh escapes him.

“Oh,” he mutters, almost giddy. “So… someone who would completely ignore you? Push you away? Maybe even be a little mean?”

You narrow your eyes. “Uh… yeah?”

His smile widens. “That sounds kinda nice.”

You blink. “What.”

Ness sighs, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically. “Imagine… the person you love looking down on you, refusing to acknowledge you, barely giving you the time of day… ahh, my heart aches just thinking about it.”

You gape at him. “Ness. That’s not—”

He suddenly grabs your hand, squeezing it tight. “But I love a challenge! If that’s what you want, I’ll just have to make you fall for me harder!”

You groan, finally laughing. “Ness, I was messing with you! That’s not my type at all!”

He blinks. “Oh?” Then, without missing a beat, he leans in closer, voice dropping. “So… does that mean you do like me?”

You roll your eyes. “Maybe I’d like you more if you weren’t so weird.”

Ness only grins, unbothered. “Ohh, so you do like me a little! That’s enough for me!”

You sigh, shaking your head. There’s no winning against this guy.

(Guys I think this is enough to feed you all.. I think I shall end this already)

[krys4h]

𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 ☆

summary◞﹒୧ Kaiser is your best friend and wants to help you with your sexual needs.

contents◞﹒୧  2,8k words, smut, fem!reader, girly!reader, fingering, oral sex, porn without plot, kaiser is kinda soft, slight fluff, best friends, straight to the point, minors dni.

You fell back on the bed, unsatisfied and grumpy.

“It was good, huh?” your one night stand panted out, getting up on his knees.

You rolled your eyes and cursed him internally.

“Yeah, yeah…” you replied without that much of enthusiasm, and turned your back at him in bed.

It’s been ages since you had enjoyed sex. No, literally. You don’t remember a time where a man made you come with his fingers, or a time where you didn’t have to simulate. Men were only good for jackhammering and sloppy strokes. This time, this stupid man succeed to hurt you with how bad he was fucking you. You were dry, and your moans were fake.

You didn’t paid attention to him and grab your phone on the on the bedside table, ready to complain about your sex life to your best friend, Kaiser. It had become your habit, eventually. While he was traveling the world for his matches, you would tell him how bad men were fucking you.

You: “you’re up?”

Your phone vibrated almost instantly.

Kai <3 : “I’m outside.”

You widened your eyes, not expecting that answer.

You: “wait I’m not alone.”

Kai <3 : “another one of your sex plans? I thought you would stop that shit.”

You rolled over in bed, looking at the man you shared your body with a few seconds ago, and already regretted it. You typed a response while sighing.

You: “more like a sex disaster.”

“Someone is coming over, can you leave?” You called out to the man who was getting dressed, having already forgotten his name.

He wasn’t even your type, you didn’t know why you flirted with him. You always regretted your choices when you were desperate, like Kaiser said, you should seriously stop that shit. But you had needs and you were in your twenties, it wasn’t your fault if every men you slept with were bad at sex.

He turned around, confused, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Leaving? But…”

He was putting his jeans back on, his hands frozen. You sighed, irritated, turning in bed. He was making things difficult.

“Yeah, leaving,” you insisted and yawned, your hand on your mouth.

Experiencing bad sex was tiring. You didn’t want to be particularly mean to him, but he paid no attention to your pleasure during the intercourse, he was only good for selfish strokes. He mumbled an insult that you ignored as he dressed himself quickly. When he quit your apartment with his stuff in hands, you got up and stretched yourself.

Kaiser was coming soon, so you took a few steps towards your door to leave it open for him. You rushed to the shower, washing yourself in the warmth of hot water. You didn't want the guy's smell on you anymore, and you slathered yourself in vanilla cleansing cream. You took your time in the shower cabin, and when you left it, it is with caramel moisturizer that you coat your body. You sprayed yourself with vanilla body mist, and put on a clean pair of pajamas : pink cotton mini shorts, and a tank top of the same color and material. You were drying your hair with a towel when you left the bathroom, your pink slippers slapping on the parquet floor.

Sat on your bed with his hood on his head, Kaiser’s intense blue eyes looked up to you, interrupting his game on your TV. His eyes roamed your body from head to toe, lingering on the curve on your hips in your mini short. He raised his head to look at you better, and his eyes contact send a wave of electricity throughout your body, having more of an effect on you than the sex you just had.

There had always been a special tension between the two of you, and you knew you had kind of crossed the friendship line a long time ago, but neither of you had the courage to put a specific name on your relationship, and you had stuck to considering yourselves best friends.

“You’re all pink,” his gruff voice teased you.

“You know it’s my favorite color,” you shrugged with a smile, walking towards the bed. You took your phone, and played an rnb playlist, the playlist beginning by “deep”, by summer walker.

He was wearing his usual black hoodie that he wore when he was traveling between soccer matchs, and baggy jogging of the same color. You sat just next to him, and lowered toward his level to kiss his cheek. He turned his head towards you, his eyes softened and his lips curled into a small smile.

“It’s been a while,” It was true that because of his many matches at the moment, you had less time to see each other.

“Yeah, I missed you.”

“Really?” his smile grew into a smirk, “I thought you were occupied with your fuck buddies.”

“Don’t talk about that,” you mumbled, already grumpy because of the subject. “Today was horrible.”

“Tell me.”

He looked again at the TV, and resumed his Call Of Duty game, using your PS4.

“It’s weird to talk about my sex life with a man, I’m not telling you,” you chuckled.

“Come onnnnn.”

“Nah.”

He killed an opponent and turned to you.

“You’re always complaining about it, lemme hear the full story.”

“I’m not talking about my sex fantasies with you, Kai.”

He rolled his eyes and nudged you, you laughed at his motions.

“C’mere.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you closer to him. You raised your head, and your eyes met his usual smile and you sighed, already giving up. You sat on his lap, and he stretched his long, muscular legs out on your bed.

“Now tell me you your secrets,” his cold breath brushed the back of your neck, and you shivered a bit.

His hands were focus on the PS4 controller as he killed more and more opponents, the game being easy for him, but his mind were focused on you.

“You’re gonna mock me.”

“I’m not denying that,” he chucked.

The room was filled with the sounds of the game on the TV, and his eyes were glued to it but his mouth was right next to your ear. Every word he spoke with his deep voice gave you goosebumps.

“I told him to go hard, he did it, but without foreplay.”

Kaiser winced.

“You okay?”

“No,” you sighed. “Men don’t know how to please a woman, it’s just hurtful at this point.”

“Not every men, don’t worry.”

He gave you his controller, letting you play.

“I’m sorry but it’s starting to become hard to not believe every man are bad at sex.”

“I’m not.”

He whispered that just next to your ear, as if he was doing it on purpose. He placed his hands on your thighs and he gave you soft caresses on your skin with his palms.

“I believe what I see,” your hands on the controller tensed when you felt his voice in you ear, “I need evidence.”

“Evidence? You really want evidence?”

It’s like the whole atmosphere of the room shifted to something more sensual, more intimate. You struggled to paid attention to your game as Kaiser let his hands wandered on the flesh of your thighs.

“I can give you the evidence you want,” he continued in your ear, and he lowered his head to lean down in your neck, his breath hovering on your skin. Your breath caught in your throat, and you didn’t know what to say at this moment, but the throbbing sensation in your lower belly was the answer you needed.

He grabbed the flesh on your inner thighs in his hands, and pressed a kiss on the skin of your neck. It wasn’t the first time he did that, but it was the first time your body reacted to it that much. You instantly let go of the controller, and it fell on the mattress.

“Kai.”

“Yeah?” his mouth kissed along your throat, his tongue sliding on your skin. When you said you liked neck kisses, you were talking about that: his mouth hungry of your flesh, sucking it with appetite. He used his teeth, slowly biting your skin as he sucked it between his lips. It felt so good, your insides twisted in excitement as you rubbed your thighs together.

He continued to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses, devouring your neck, his hands gripping your legs.

“Got you all silent?” he smirked against your wet skin, and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer. “What did you want to say?”

“Nothing,” you melted under his caresses and kisses, unable to say anything.

It’s been a while since you remarked that he looked at you with longing and desire, not a very friendly stare. You too, you didn’t looked at him with a friendly stare. His voice and his gaze had an extreme effect on you since forever. It was even logical that you were led to do this now.

“You smell so good,” he whispered in your neck, your scent intoxicating. “Lemme show you the evidence, yeah?” his hands played with the hem of your short.

“We aren’t friends anymore if you deceive me,” you inhaled, getting your sass back and he laughed in your neck.

“Friends? Who is friends? You’re my girl since the beginning, you were just a bit… Lost.”

You widened your eyes at his confidence.

“I’m not your-”

“But that’s okay, I’m gonna show you what it feels to be my girl and you’re gonna stop looking for others men,” he slid his hands under your short, and you froze. The two of you held your breathing because of how wet you were already are.

“I just kissed your neck and you’re…”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, heat coming in your face.

“I’m not complaining,” he chuckled, and he rubbed his fingers on the wet spot of your lace pink thong. You let out a soft sigh, already shifting and squirming on his lap. You closed your eyes.

“Tell me what you want, how you like it.”

“Mhm…”

You struggled to stay focused with his caresses on your clothed cunt.

“When you’re doing it with them,” he moved one of his hands to roam all over your body under your tank top, to finally grasp one of your breasts, “what do you ask them?”

With the hand under your short, he traced circles with his fingers on the wet spot, and when his hand on your breast, he kneaded it in his palm.

“I…” you began, breathing already fast as you rubbed your thighs together. “I don’t know, it depends.”

“What do you want to do with me?”

Rough. Fucking you dumb, like you were nothing to him. Or slow and deep. Or just, pleasuring you with oral sex. How can you said that to your best friend?

“Uh…”

His fingers slid under your thong, and you arched your back when he started to toy with your clit, his index and middle fingers playing on the sweet spot. His erection rubbed against your back.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know, I just want to feel good,” you tilted your head back, resting in the crook of his neck, inhaling softly.

“Imma make you feel real good, don’t worry,” his words were like a promise and you bit your lips at his gruff and sultry voice.

“They always say that and…”

“Don’t compare me to your lame sex plans,” he interrupted you, and his grip on your breast tightened. “’m gonna show you how it is done.”

Kaiser had an ego, he showed itself at that moment. He didn't want to be compared to the jerks who had been in your bed, it was an insult to him. He knew how to please a woman and he was going to show you.

He sat up on the bed, and gently placed you on the left side of the bed. You looked up, confused, following him with your eyes. He stood up from the bed to place his knees in front of you, his height towering over you. He took off your shorts and thong.

“Open your thighs,” he commanded, and you submitted, your heart racing. You spread your legs, your cunt in display for him. His eyes were full of lust, and you almost wanted to look away, intimidated by his gaze on your intimate parts. You weren’t shy usually, but the desire in his gaze was so intense.

He leaned down, arranging the pillow behind your back so you were more comfortable and it warmed your stomach. You didn't know this side of him. He bent down, his face above your sensitive spot, his breath brushing it, and making you shift your legs, nervous.

He looked up, his gaze on you, his eyes never leaving you as he slowly went down, and grabbed your thighs, passing his arms under them to control them well and avoid you trapping his head between them.

The first contact of his tongue on your cunt, made you jolt and grab the blanket under you. He teased you with the tip of his tongue, before tracing a line along your entrance, parting your lips. He was so slow with it, it excited you so much, your feverish gaze on him and your legs tense with anticipation.

“Come on,” you rocked your lips against his mouth, wanting to feel his tongue deeper, and your voice was impatient. He smiled against your cunt, but said nothing and continued his torture.

Every flick of his tongue was slow, deliberate, precise. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to rile you up. You desperately wanted more, so you pushed your cunt against his mouth, grinding against him, but nothing changed, he kept his tongue still against your clit and your thighs were clenched with need.

“Please,” you panted, rubbing your twitching hole against his face with urge, “I want to…”

Just when you spoke, he decided to stop his torture, and he buried his face deep in your wet folds, his tongue licking up every stripes of your arousal. You jolted, your back arched.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, grinding against him, “yes, please, just like that.”

You shut your eyes tight as you savored him eating you. He drove his tongue deeper and made circles on your twitching hole. Your arousal was dripping down his chin, and as he made out with your cunt, he made such lewd noise that heat rushed to your face.

It wasn't just his mouth that was working on you, but his whole face. As his mouth and tongue were deep in your folds, his nose rubbed against your clit, making your thighs clenching at his every rubbing motions.

That’s what you called an “eater”. A man not shy about pleasing the woman, his face deep in her pussy, licking all of her slick, and his tongue wiggling inside as you pushed your cunt into his mouth.

You rubbed your lower body against his face, whimpering without shame since it felt so good. Your orgasm approached, and it’s been a while since you felt that way with a man. Your mind were fussy as he fucked you with his tongue, and your pussy clenched in his mouth.

His eyes never left you, he loved seeing your body twitching every time his tongue brushed your clit. His eyes were half-lidded, he was pussy drunk. He treated you like a princess, eating you like it was his last mission on earth. His mind were dizzy with his your taste and smell. He always wondered how you tasted, how you smelt, and know he had his answer, he wasn’t going to let you down.

When your body went still, ready to explode he did something that you never experienced before. He withdrew his face off inside you, and blew on your clit, his mouth forming an “O”. The cold breath on your sensitive spot created a surge of electricity in your body, and you came with lightning force, your body arched.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and let you catch your breath as he sat in bed, next to you. You slowly came down from your high, breathing hard. It was the best head you never had in your life. You didn’t have energy for more, you were so already exhausted by the clenching and tension in your legs. You stared at the ceiling, shocked. Kaiser chuckled.

“So?”

“What?”

“I wanted to do more, but you seem tired.”

You lowered your head, and saw your shaking legs. Kaiser was a monster.

“You’re…” you turned your head to look at him, and searched for the best word. “Crazy.”

“So, no man can satisfy you?”

You rolled your eyes, and chose not to answer him. You turned your back on him, and took your phone to scroll on the net, but your mind was fixed on the phenomenal orgasm that you had just had. It was sensational, crazy.

“Answer me,” he slapped your ass, and you gasped, surprised.

“Kai!”

You turned around to throw a punch at him, but he easily dodged it. As if nothing had happened, you fought in bed, throwing a pillow at him and giggling, as you always did with him. Except now, you knew what your best friend was capable of.

𓍯 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬

[uzurakis]

i think kaiser would be the type of boyfriend to absolutely lose it whenever he sees you wearing your glasses,which fall so perfectly on the bridge of your nose

the room is quiet, save for the sound of your typing and the occasional rustle of papers. you sit at your desk, glasses perched perfectly on the bridge of your nose as you focus on your work and deep in concentration when you hear a familiar voice break through your thoughts

“god, you’re hot,” michael kaiser says, piercing through your concentration

you glance up to see him leaning against the doorframe, eyes locked on you. rolling your eyes, you try to ignore him and get back to your work. “thanks, michael. now please leave me alone, i needa finish these”

he doesn’t move. instead, he walks over and sits on the edge of your desk, his gaze never leaving your face. “seriously, those glasses . . you look hot. you didn’t tell me you—“

“michael, i need to focus,” you say, trying to keep a straight face as you compile the papers, feeling a smile tug at your lips

“and i’m focused on you. you’re too distracting,” he replies, a playful grin on his face. he reaches out and gently lifts your chin, making you look at him. “how am i supposed to leave you alone when you look this good?”

you shake your head, laughing softly. “go away”

he leans in closer, deep cerulean eyes shining with mischief. “mein liebling, its impossible to resist you. did i mention you’re hot?”

“yes, several times,” you say, pushing his shoulder lightly. “now, let me work”

but he doesn’t budge. instead, he shifts so that he’s standing right behind you, his arms draping over your shoulders. “i just want to be near you,” he whispers in your ear, his breath warm against your skin

you sigh, half in exasperation and half in amusement. “michael, i really need to get this done”

“so? you can still get it done while im here, no?” he says, kissing the top of your head. “fine, but don’t think for a second that i’m not going to keep reminding you how stunning you look”

you can’t help but smile as he steps back, giving you some space but still watching you with that same adoring look. it’s hard to stay annoyed with him when he’s so sly with his affection

then, when you try to refocus on your work again, you hear him mutter once more, “so hot”

shaking your head, you decide to let it slide. after all, having a boyfriend who thinks you’re irresistibly attractive, even when you’re trying to be serious, isn’t the worst problem to have . . right?

[i2rizz]

Pet names the bllk boys would call you

Isagi, bachira, rin, nagi, reo, sae, shidou, kaiser, ness, barou

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Isagi Yoichi - "Babe"

You always thought Isagi was the classic type. The kind of boyfriend who, despite being an absolute menace on the field, was sweet and soft behind closed doors. And you were right.

"Hey, babe, can you pass me the water?"

You blinked.

It wasn't the first time he called you something affectionate, but it was the first time he said it so casually. You grabbed the water bottle from the counter, tossing it to him. "Since when do you call me that?"

He caught the bottle, smiling sheepishly. "Dunno. Just felt natural. You like it?"

A smirk tugged at your lips. "Say it again."

"Babe," he repeated, softer this time.

Yeah. You definitely liked it.

Bachira Meguru - "Lovebug"

With Bachira, you were never safe from nicknames. From "sugar plum" to "honey bunch," he'd called you everything under the sun. But today, he'd decided on something new.

"My lovebug, come here!" Bachira sang, arms wide open.

You stared at him, unamused. "Lovebug? Really?"

"Yeah! You’re cute and tiny, and you always stick to me like one. So, lovebug!"

Before you could argue, he tackled you onto the couch, nuzzling into your neck with an exaggerated hum. "You like it, don’t you?"

You sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if you start calling me 'buggy,' I'm leaving."

"No promises!"

Itoshi Rin - "Angel"

Rin wasn’t the type to throw around sweet names. You were lucky if he even said "good morning" without a grunt. But lately, he’d been slipping up.

"Angel, where’s my hoodie?" he muttered from the bedroom.

You nearly dropped your phone. "Huh?"

Rin peeked out from the doorway, frowning. "What?"

"What did you just call me?"

He went stiff. The realization dawned on his face, his ears turning red. "I— Shut up. Just give me my hoodie."

You grinned, walking over and tugging on the hem of his shirt. "Say it again."

"Not happening."

You leaned in, whispering, "Angel."

His hand shot up, covering your mouth. "Drop it." But the blush on his face told you everything you needed to know.

Nagi Seishiro - "Bunny"

"Bunny, c'mere."

You stopped mid-step, staring at Nagi. "Did you just call me ‘bunny’?"

He blinked lazily, patting the empty space beside him on the bed. "Yeah. You’re soft and sleepy like one. Now, cuddle."

You huffed but crawled into his arms anyway. "You’re just using cute names to distract me, aren't you?"

He yawned, draping an arm over you. "Maybe. But also ‘cause I like you."

Your heart did a little flip. "I hate you."

"Mm. Love you too, bunny."

Mikage Reo - "Princess"

Reo had been calling you "princess" since the moment you got together. At first, you thought it was just a playful joke. But no, he was dead serious.

"Princess, let me carry that for you."

"Princess, you shouldn't walk in those heels so much."

"Princess, did you eat today?"

Finally, you snapped. "Reo, do you even know my actual name anymore?"

He laughed, pulling you close by the waist. "Of course, I do. But you’re my princess first."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the smile forming on your lips. "Ridiculous."

"Adorable," he corrected, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Itoshi Sae - "Doll"

Sae never wasted words. He wasn’t one for grand gestures or unnecessary sweetness. But when he did something, he meant it.

"Doll, are you listening?"

You blinked out of your daze, focusing back on him. "Did you just call me 'doll'?"

Sae sighed, setting his fork down. "Yeah. You got a problem with that?"

"No, but it’s very… unexpected."

He smirked. "Thought it suited you. You’re pretty. Fragile."

"I am not fragile."

"Mm." He reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You’re still my doll."

Your face burned. Damn him and his effortless charm.

Shidou Ryusei - "Kitten"

"Kitten, you’re killing me."

You groaned as Shidou draped himself over your shoulders, arms locking around you like a vice. "Get off me, you idiot."

"Not until you admit you love it when I call you that."

You squirmed, trying to shake him off, but his grip only tightened. "Shidou—"

"Say it. You love it."

You exhaled sharply. "Fine. Whatever. Just get off."

Shidou grinned, finally letting go. "Knew it. You’re so cute, kitten."

You threw a pillow at his face. "Shut up."

Michael Kaiser - "Schatz"

Kaiser loved teasing you in German. It made you flustered, and he lived for it.

"Schatz," he purred, leaning over your shoulder.

You frowned. "That better not mean something dumb."

He laughed. "Relax. It means ‘treasure.’"

You eyed him suspiciously. "For real?"

"For real. You’re my most precious thing, after all."

Your heart clenched. You punched his arm lightly. "Stop being cute."

"Never, schatz."

Alexis Ness - "Darling"

Ness was a hopeless romantic. It was no surprise when he started calling you "darling" in that soft, affectionate tone.

"Darling, don’t forget your scarf."

You paused, blinking up at him. "Since when do you call me that?"

Ness smiled, adjusting the scarf around your neck. "Since I realized I want to call you mine in every way possible."

Your breath hitched. He was unfair.

Barou Shoei - "Queen"

Barou wasn’t one for unnecessary nicknames. But when he did call you something, it held weight.

"You’re my queen. Act like it."

You smirked. "Oh? And what does that make you?"

He crossed his arms, staring down at you. "The king, obviously."

You chuckled. "So dramatic."

"You love it."

You did.

[mdsbabygirl]

Cam girl!reader x bllk men

Synopsis: when the desperate and horny bllk men fall for the pretty cam girl

Featuring: Isagi Yoichi/Bachira Meguru/Chigiri Hyoma/ Yukimiya Kenyu/Alexis Ness/Michael Kaiser

Cw: SMUT MDNI, masturbation , porn addiction, jealousy, obsessiveness, egoistical men, horny men lol, reader is an adult entertainment worker, idk what else to add

ISAGI YOICHI:

Isagi isn't the type to fall for appearances. He'd usually value morals over looks, after all he's a gentleman that falls for a woman's inner beauty rather than how well she can ride cock; he thinks. He never imagined himself lowering at such a low, filthy level. Alas, the hormones got the better of him, so here he was stroking his cock in languid strokes, as he was watching your live. You were almost naked, if it hadn't been for those two tiny lace pieces covering your most sensitive spots, that you dared to call lingerie. You were so hot, hypnotizing your viewers with your body, voice and moves just like a siren, and Yoichi was yet another one of your victims.

In his dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation, he sat on the edge of his bed, his breath already coming in ragged gasps. His hand moved up and down his hard length as he jerked himself off, his browns furrowed in pure ecstasy as he was concentrated on the moans that escaped from the speakers. "Mmm, yeah... just like that..."

Isagi could have never imagined the extent of his lust for you, everyday logging into his account to see any updates on your upcoming live streams. He was addicted to you, he got high off the way you touched yourself, the way you rolled your hips while riding your dildo or the way you made ass bounce. He was utterly consumed by his cam girl's allure, drowning in an ocean of his own unquenchable desire. He felt rather possessive of you, referring to you as his girl, he'd mutter countless curses under his breath, imagining how much better he could make you feel. "That stupid toy doesn't know what it's doing." He'd say, leaning back in his chair, stroking himself faster as he watches you slide the pink dildo in and out of your wet pussy. Continuing to pump his cock, he watched intensely as you increased pace, your moans growing louder. "Damn, she needs a real man," he growls, his ego inflating alongside his dick. "I could ruin her pussy so much better than that dildo ever could." He'd groan as his cock twitches, spurting hot ropes of pearly cum on his abs, as he'd imagine how your pretty count would squeeze the hell out of him.

Bachira Meguru:

Bachira's routine changed significantly after his new discovery. Late night training sessions turned into him sitting in his dimly-lit apartment, eyes locked onto the laptop screen, transfixed on the cam girl dancing seductively on camera - his new obsession. His hand moved roughly over his cock as he watched her. "Fuck, look at those tits..." He was truly infatuated with the way you looked, particularly your boobs, he liked the way your nipples perked up in contact with the cold air, or when you pinched them with your fingers, enjoying the little mewled erupting from your delicious-looking lips.

Meguru's obsession deepens with each passing night. He convinces himself that you, with your seductive figure and sultry moves, were destined solely for him. Logging into your streams became his most sacred ritual, his heart racing when your flirtatious smile graced the screen. He'd call you "my angel," "my princess" while masturbating to your body. "None of those other viewers know how to appreciate her like I do... I'm the only one who truly understands her beauty." He'd coo, as he'd watch you rub your clit at a fast pace, rubbing his dick in erratic motions as his hips jerked upward, thick spurts of cum staining the PC's screen. He wished it was your face instead of that damn screen tho.

Chigiri Hyoma:

His fateful discovery happened one late night, when he was scrolling aimlessly on the internet, searching for something entertaining, he stumbled across a pretty cam girl's profile, your profile. Your captivating smile and heavenly body had immediately caught his eye. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Chigiri was into you a little more than he liked to admit. Sleepless nights he passed jerking off to your sexy dances streams, dilated pupils focused on every single move, every sway of your hips, every squeeze of your tits, every bite on your red lips, EVERYTHING .

Hyoma would click on your live stream, his eyes widening as you danced seductively in front of the camera. He felt his pants grow tight, his length hardening. "God, she's so hot..." He whimpered softly, unbuttoning his jeans to free his aching erection. His fist pumped wildly up and down his shaft, each stroke accompanied by a desperate whimper. "Ah, fuck... just like that, baby..." He gasped, imagining you riding him hard. His hips bucked erratically, seeking out a pleasure he knew only you could provide. He watched you, with half lidded eyes, his breath heavy as his fist never stopped moving. With a choked cry, Hyoma's release hit him hard. He came all over his hand and stomach, moaning out filthy praises. "Fuck, you're so perfect... I'd fill you up with my cum every day if you were here with me..." He cried out

Yukimiya kenyu:

Kenyu's eyes were glued to the screen, his breathing ragged as he stared at your ondulating figure. His heart ached with an unfamiliar longing, his thoughts spinning with the sinfulness of his obsession. "This is so wrong..." He whispered to himself, feeling ashamed by his actions. Much like Isagi, Yukimiya wasn't one to fall for such sinful temptations, his strong belief in god had made him immune to the greed and lust most people tended to fall for, he thought. Nonetheless, he was still human, having his own needs and desires. When he found your account he didn't think he would get so infatuated with you. Your body radiating pure sex appeal didn't really help his newfound kin to you, actually it turned it into a full on obsession.

Everyday, he'd sit at his desk watching you as his hand moved desperately up and down his length, each touch sending bolts of pleasure through his body. " She's so beautiful..." His voice cracked in need. He knew this was wrong, downright sinful, yet despite this inner turmoil he couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Kenyu's face was scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and guilt as he jerked himself off. His hand flew over his length, his breathing ragged and uneven. "I'm going to hell for this..." he'd moaned, his eyes fixated on your bouncing curves. Suddenly, wave after wave of agonizing bliss crashed over Kenyu. His cock throbbed intensely as he came hard, pearly essence spurting onto his abdomen. "Ahhh, fuck... I'm cumming. God forgive me..." He'd whine, throwing his head back as he'd imagine how he'd make love to you.

Alexis Ness :

Ness had stumbled upon your account by accident, a random click leading him to a world he never knew he needed. Your username, "SweetSiren," was etched into his mind, and your profile picture—a sultry pout and a glimpse of cleavage—had drawn him in like a magnet. He never imagined himself obsessing over someone else who wasn't kaiser, yet here he was palming his hard-on from his pants as he was looking at some of your pics.

Your streams were always packed with viewers, but Alexis felt like you were performing just for him. The way you arched your back, the way you bit your lip ever do seductively, the way you spread your legs so invitingly... It was all for him. Or so he liked to believe. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy..." He'd groan, finally freeing his aching erection from the restriction of his pants that had become a little too tight for him. His hand moved frantically over his hard length, imagining it was your touch instead. He moaned out loud, his voice laced with desire and need. "I'd treat you like a queen... give you everything you desire... but who else gets to see this beautiful face?" He moaned loudly, head thrown back. When he looked up to see more of your sexy features, he was met with other viewers' tips and comments, which made his jealousy flare up "Stupid perverts... She's mine! Only I get to see her like this..." He growled, his pace increasing as he jerked himself off violently. "When I finally meet you, I'll lock you away...nghh..ill make you mine Angel.." he'd whimper, hips jerking upward to meet his movements. "I'd make you scream my name every night, baby. Only I get to fuck that tight pussy..." Ness's fantasies ran wild as he stroked himself harder, his grip tightening around his shaft, making him cum violently, as thick ropes of creamy semen hit his toned abdomen, making his duck twitch in pleasure. He'd make you his one way or another, he just has to find a way to do so.

Michael Kaiser:

Michael Kaiser was a man of precision and strategy, both on and off the field. But when it came to his obsession with the cam girl, aka you, all logic flew out the window. He spent hours observing your streams, picking apart your every move, every facial expression. He wanted —needed— to know what things you liked and what not, he desperately sought the things that made your eyes roll back to the back of your skull, the things that made your toes curl and scream in pleasure.. he needed to know every little detail about you, his little slutty princess.

He'd tip you hundreds of dollars at a time, just to see you smile or hear you say his name. He'd request you to wear certain outfits, to say specific phrases, to play with particular toys... All to feed his insatiable obsession.

He'd sit in his dark room, the glow of his laptop casting eerie shadows on his face. His hand moved swiftly over his length as he watched you dance on his screen. "Say it..." He whispered, his voice hoarse as he stroked himself harder. You on the other line, just received another hundred dollars, which made you squeal in excitement, and at the same time bite your lips at your mysterious donor's request. You breathed in slowly, approaching the camera as you looked directly into it, "uhh.. Kaiser I want your cock so bad! Want it so deep inside me..." You moaned and mewled, all the while keeping your siren like allure, hypnotizing each and every one of your viewers, Kaiser included. His breath hitched as you teased you nipples, rolling them between your fingers. "Fuck... just like that," he moaned, his grip tightening around his cock. He imagined it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy wrapped around him instead of his own fist. With a stifled groan, Michael felt his orgasm building fast. His muscles tense, veins throbbing as he stroked feverishly, matching the rhythm of your seductive dance on screen. "Fuck... coming..." Several streams of hot cum shot out onto his stomach. "Jesus... baby..." He grilled, half lidded eyes glued to his screen as he watched you smile content as another very generous donation was made to you, "thank you so much Kaiser, you're such a generous Daddy!" You cooed, looking up at the camera with dolly eyes, all while he'd chuckle, ready for another round of masturbation.

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[fumiscripts]

✦ SO, BABY, HOLD MY HAND NOW

✦ one shot ,, michael kaiser x gn!reader

content:: kaiser never would've thought he'd be falling first and harder. after an inner debate, he decided he'll ask you out on valentines. he's not sure what to do, though one thing was for certain: he wants to make you happy

valentines fic ,, fluff ,, 877 words

additional:: WHIPPED loser kaiser who tries to act nonchalant, implied childhood friends if you squint, he prolly would not do allat but like c'mon man it's valentines let's have a little fluff, ts is so sappy like actually, kaiser attempts to pin after reader, ending is open heh

Kaiser believed that he was a nonchalant, male manipulator.

But, really, he could not be any more dramatic than this.

Seriously, what was wrong with him? Thinking corny, cheesy thoughts about you like he liked you. He's killing himself inside every time his mind points towards the idea of holding your hand, or whatever couples do, cringing at himself— which was a shocker, as he never seemed embarrassed from whatever bullshit he constantly does— and tweaking out violently. And not the kicking feet and giggling type of tweaking. The pulling hair, screaming into a pillow type of tweaking.

He's Michael Kaiser, for fuck's sake, not some hopeless romantic! Why was he even thinking of you? You're so mid compared to him. Seriously, you didn't deserve to be going through his head 24/7. You didn't deserve the way he feels warm whenever he sees a smile grace your face, didn't deserve how stupidly much he wanted to be the reason for it— to be the reason you're happy.

Well, you're close to him, that much he can say. To the point the two of you had witnessed each other while on their most vulnerable. Kaiser found himself sincerely caring for you—but that doesn't mean he liked liked you.

So what? He could wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you around by your hand whenever the two of you were walking, and you could still be friends. In fact, he does lots of the latter. A lot of hand holding. He could say the weight of your hand was perfect against his–

God, he really needed to stop.

The way it’s nearing Valentines is not helping. Usually, he’d find these days boring and meaningless— but now that you’re in the picture? Yeah, no, it’s different. While crashing out over his feelings, he had come to a simple conclusion: He’s gonna ask you out. In the most extravagant way possible because he’s Michael Kaiser. Plus, if he was to ask you for a date with him, he needs to at least make it seem like you were the one desperate for him, and that he was only doing it as a favor. Really, he just wanted to take you out, though he denies it.

On the day, you were greeted by a notification from him, a short one, to not make it seem like he had been staring at his phone for minutes, debating how to write the message.

“Dress up, we're going somewhere.”

The text stated, making you wonder what the hell he’s making you get ready for so early in the morning. But you made the effort to follow along, anyway. If he was up to tomfoolery, you were in. Maybe you'll shit on couples, who knows.

You could hear him pull up an hour later, just in time when you were finished doing your morning routine. Opening the door, you were greeted with him leaning against the wall— acting all cool and composed, when he had been pacing back and forth anxiously while waiting for you to open the door— Kaiser spots you and pushes himself up, leaning on the doorframe, instead.

“Hey,” he forced the word out, trying not to let the way you looked so good get to him. His palms were sweating. Why were they sweating? He's not nervous. Totally not… was he? Kaiser forced out a smile, shoving an obnoxiously flashy bouquet of blue roses in your direction, having it from behind his back to in your arms. Seeing your puzzled expression, he rolled his eyes, shifting his position again to tilt his head, looking down at you.

This was his attempt at making a scene with close proximity, like what he had seen in those low-budget romcoms the both of you watch for shits and giggles. Really, he does not have any experience in relationships— all of this was ripped off straight out of movies and books he read, just to try and impress you.

“Happy valentines,” Kaiser greeted. Before it could seem too mushy and sweet, he followed up. “Since I just know you're lonely and all, I decided why the hell not take you out on a date? Better than being single while sappy couples are kissing all around you, hm? How lucky you are, scoring a date with me of all people.”

The surprise written on your face quickly transformed into a hint of slight annoyance. “...I never complained about being single on valentines…? Are you sure you didn't just wanna ask me out? I'm not shaming you for that,” you say, having a slightly amused grin right after. Kaiser wanted to wipe it right off your face.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, before offering you his hand. A simple, romantic gesture. “Yes, I'm asking you out.”

You stared at his hand, raising an eyebrow. To which he sighed, heat rising up to his face at the thought of being out here and doing something soft and romantic with you— wanting to see you smile and enjoy the day because of him. You weren't stupid, you saw the soft hues of red on the tips of his ears, and the way those blue eyes softened just the slightest as he muttered something out.

“Just hold my hand now.”

happy late valentines y'all 😓

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[izurou]

STOP TELEPHONING ME FT. BLUE LOCK MEN

features: shidou ryusei, michael kaiser, mikage reo, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, and when someone calls you during sex.

contains: female reader. pro! blue lock charas. penetrative sex. oral sex. fingering. semi public for reo and bachira. a creampie from sae. brief filming in shidou’s. she and her pronouns used. you or him are on the phone in all of them so yeah !!

note: these are so long for hcs i am so sorry about that

SHIDOU RYUSEI

one of the sweetest things about ryusei, is that his camera roll is filled to the brim with you.

countless rows of what seems like every image of you ever—screenshots of your instagram stories, all those pictures you’ve sent with the message do i look ok attached, and of course—the dozens of photos he’s snapped of you himself.

sweet indeed—although, he’s still him, and so this habit of his isn’t all innocent admiration and good intentions. he has zero hesitation when it comes to filming you during sex—it’s a nasty side effect of his little obsession and, even nastier, he prefers leaving that type of media on your phone; sweet videos of him with his cock stuffed inside you.

so when he’s doing just that—using your device to record himself fucking you from behind, and the words can i help you suddenly leave his mouth—your heart nearly stops. did he really just? with a reluctant glance over your shoulder, you find him holding your phone up to his ear, grinning. he did.

“ryusei! what the fuck? who’s—” you attempt to scold him through an aggressive whisper, but get cut off by your own gasp when he pushes down on the side of your head—forcing your cheek flat against the mattress. he rolls his hips forwards with a breathy laugh, and you can’t help but melt into the cotton sheets and moan when he does so—being effortlessly tamed by the thickness of his cock.

“oh? you sure you wanna talk to her? she’s a little busy right now,” he sneers into the receiver, grin tripling in both size and arrogance when he looks down and sees your face—scrunched up in pure ecstasy as you fist the fabric on either side of your head. yeah, busy being all fucking his.

nevertheless, he thinks it’d be rude of him to not transfer the call over—this person went through the effort of dialling your number, after all.

so he tucks your phone between his shoulder and his ear, and uses both hands to pull you upright—flush against his chest. with his left hand latching onto your throat, and his right now holding your phone a couple inches from your ear, he purrs, “it’s for you, babydoll. wanna say hi?”

there’s a beat of silence, and then you hear it, a voice seething with anger—one that belongs to none other than your ex boyfriend. shit.

you’re holding your breath now—hoping that if you can remain silent, he’ll give up on his attempt to reach you altogether. a decent plan—but not for someone who’s currently dating the world’s biggest instigator. “c’monnnn, at least tell him how good your boyfriend’s fuckin’ you.”

he hums in content as his left hand travels south—between your tits and eventually, onto your clit. he uses his middle finger to rub tight circles, and with his cock still pressing kisses to your sensitive spots, with his tongue dancing across your neck—a whine slips out from between your lips.

and your ex hangs up—spewing a few unsavoury comments about your boyfriend before doing so.

“awwww, we were just getting to the best part,” ryusei whines, but he doesn’t stay down for long. “get ready to cum for me baby, and don’t fuckin’ hold back. we’re gonna leave him a voicemail.”

MICHAEL KAISER

when it comes to you, michael is both equal parts selfish and selfless.

he’s great at sharing. everything from his clothing to his habits—routines he’s stuck with for years, changed, because he wants his luxe life to be something you can experience with him.

like tonight, for instance—where a past version of himself would have returned home from practice, and immediately gotten into a hot bath to loosen his sore muscles. present him is in fact relaxing in a hot bath after a rather shit practice, but present him also has a pretty girl to help him wind down.

and while your boyfriend has no problem sharing with you, hell would freeze over before he’d share you. you’re his, and though he seldom allows his possessive behaviour to control him—it seems to linger on his shoulders nonetheless, particularly after a bad day.

you’re doing your best to lift his spirits—bouncing on his cock, pressing needy kisses along his inked neck—when your phone starts buzzing against the tiled ledge surrounding the tub. he knows you’ve been expecting an important call, but he doesn’t want you to stop—he’s not going to let you stop. even so, he’d be a pretty bad boyfriend if he ignored the call altogether, so he’ll answer it himself—seeing as you’re preoccupied.

“hello?” his voice is smooth, nonchalant—a little too much so. you still your movements, watching expectantly as michael’s gaze shift to yours. he smiles before continuing, as if he’s softening the impending blow. “an interview? sure, let me pass you to her.”

his eyes darken ever so slightly as he holds your phone out, mouthing the words take it.

you obey your boyfriend’s command with a little too much confidence—bringing the device up to your ear and barely managing a hello of your own before michael has you cupping a hand over your mouth with a sharp thrust of his hips. he doesn’t stop there either—grabbing onto your waist tight, more or less holding you still as he begins fucking into you at a steady pace.

“uh, i-i’m,” your mind goes blank as the voice of your potential employer rings in your ears with a simple question—what does your availability look like? michael is eavesdropping of course, sucking feverishly at the delicate skin on your neck as he strains to hear the conversation.

“monday through friday my love, isn’t that right?” he purrs into your opposite ear—handing you the answer on a silver platter. he wants you to get at least one response out before he inevitably, but indirectly ends the call. maybe it’s his sour mood tainting his train of thought, but the future where you have a job—is one where you have less time for him, less time for this. he doesn’t want that. “because you’re all mine on the weekends, aren’t you? such a precious girl, letting me fuck you like this. i don’t know what i’d do without you, baby.”

the words drip from his mouth like honey, sweet and genuine. it’s times like these that prove how scary love is, because in the heat of the moment—you’re convinced that you don’t really want this job, that all you want is to be his.

the water sloshes against the walls of the bathtub as you crumble onto his shoulder with a whine—phone silent and blank as it sits uselessly in your hand. michael runs his palms up and down your back in an attempt to soothe the upset he just assisted in—cock jumping when you sit up and pout at him.

“you’ll definitely get the next one, my love. in the meantime, this can be your full time job,” he grins—smug, but not insincere in the slightest. “you’re already a perfect fit.”

MIKAGE REO

reo, prim and proper at first glance—the perfect textbook gentleman, is anything but.

he has the courteous mannerisms down to a tee, all charming smiles and soft touches as he opens the door to his luxurious car—holding out a hand to help you inside. once you’re seated, he’ll do an adorable little jog over to the driver’s side because—keeping a pretty girl waiting just isn’t right.

his chivalry ends there though, because a parking lot is the perfect place for you to suck him off, he thinks.

and oh, how absolutely perfect you are—leaned over the centre console with your tongue swirling around his tip. he can’t help but pant a little as he lets his head fall back against the seat.

but his euphoria is short lived, because the sound of your ringtone fills his vehicle almost as quickly as it kills the mood—bluetoothed and displaying a name on the dashboard’s touch screen. seishiro. reo figures he’s only calling you to ask about him, but it’s awfully late, and while he has no reason to distrust his best friend—he finds himself curious, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation.

so, he taps his finger on the little green button.

“ynnn,” nagi’s voice emanates from the speakers—syllables drawn out and on the whinier side. you peer up at reo, and he’s looking down at you, eyes heavy with anticipation as he waits for a follow up. “are you with reo?”

your boyfriend visibly relaxes upon hearing that—and with his curiosity fed, he reaches forward to hang up, but—you swat his hand away.

“no, why? what’s up?” you hold eye contact with reo as you speak—ghosting your lips over his tip before licking up his shaft and taking him back into your mouth. you’re hoping that nagi will start to ramble, because if he does—reo will have to stay quiet, or at least attempt to.

and nagi happens to want an unreleased game, one that reo could pull a few strings and get his hands on if he wanted to—all things the voice on the other end is in the midst of explaining. he’s mere background noise though, because your attention is solely on reo and his cock.

you hold him near the base, using your hand to pump whatever your mouth can’t accommodate. reo shifts in his seat—biting down on the knuckle of his index finger as he goes one on one against the urge to buck up into your face, because that’d really conjure up a sinful sound.

and reo worries he might draw blood when you hum against him—sending vibrations throughout the length of his cock, and oh fuck, he’s so close. his brows knit together as he taps frantically on the screen—ending the call. he cums seconds later, head thrown back in pleasure as he groans and gasps through his orgasm.

“c’mere,” he breathes heavily—cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips onto yours for a messy kiss. “you wanna sit on it, sweetheart? we can head to the backseat.”

ITOSHI SAE

it might not seem like it, but there’s nowhere sae would rather be on his day off than here.

sitting on a small padded bench inside the private fitting room of a store, with you straddling his lap in a little floral mini dress. he figures that if he’s going to blow this much money on so little fabric, he might as well trial the garment’s true purpose—sex whenever and wherever he wants.

and now, as he watches you grind down onto the growing bulge in his pants—dress bunched up at your waist with one of the straps slipping off your shoulder, he can definitely see himself getting his money’s worth.

he’s just getting into it—running his hands over your ass and hips, tangling his fingers around the lace of your panties—when your phone starts to ring. at first, neither of you even acknowledge the sound, but it persists with a second call, and out of his peripherals—sae sees his manager’s name sitting the top of the screen. great, so much for your alone time.

“hello?” your voice is soft, and yet it still manages to catch your boyfriend off guard. during his brief sulk, you’ve not only answered the call, but put it on speaker as well. “is everything alright?”

the words i need to talk to sae come through, and you feel the breeze from his eye roll. you run your fingers through the hair at the back of sae’s head, pulling him a little closer as you continue to move your hips. he nuzzles into your neck soon after—eyes heavy as he watches your movements in the floor to ceiling mirror directly across from him.

“sorry, no can do. you know he needs the break,” you hum into the receiver, and you swear sae’s grip on you tightens. he loves it when you defend him like this—he thinks it’s hot.

so hot—he just can’t keep it in his pants anymore. he’s unbuttoning and unzipping—pushing fabric out of the way until his cock is springing free, and finally, he’s sinking into your cunt.

a breathy fuck falls from his lips as he leans his head back against the wall—staring up at you like you’re some kind of deity, which—in this dress, just might be true. his nails carve into your hips as he drags you along his shaft, and oh—it’s so easy for him to get carried away when you’re hugging him so tight.

“he’ll call you first—first thing in the morning.” you fumble over your words a little when the head of sae’s cock presses against a sensitive spot, but you get the response you wanted nonetheless—a that’s good thank you, and the call ends there.

a reward worthy performance, he thinks.

“oh god, sae,” you whine—and he buries his face back into the crook of your neck, recognizing the familiar knot unraveling just below his waist. his teeth sink into your shoulder, and he cums hard, breathing heavy against your skin as he watches the mirror’s reflection through hooded lids—staring intently as white starts to leak out of you, and down the side of his cock.

“careful, you’re gonna ruin the dress,” he mutters—knowing full well that the sticky mess is all him. “guess i have to buy it now, huh?”

BACHIRA MEGURU

meguru’s fatal flaw is his attention span, or rather—his lack thereof.

the dinner reservation was at seven—a table for four. you, him, and two representatives from a sports brand that’s interested in sponsoring him.

it’s a few minutes past the hour, and the other duo is evidently running a little late—no big deal, but your boyfriend thinks otherwise. he’s sitting with his chin in his palm, twirling a straw around his fingers, and crumbling under the weight of his boredom. unfortunately, you don’t think this is an establishment that’d have a colouring page and some crayons for him, but not to worry—he’s just found something else to entertain himself.

“meguru, behave,” you shoot him a glance as he scoots closer—hearing him mutter a yes ma’am, but still feeling his hand beneath your skirt a few seconds later. he brushes his middle finger over the thin fabric of your panties—gently rubbing over your clit before he begins tracing what you think are hearts onto your cunt.

your gaze floods with desire—a look that meguru knows well, and loves dearly. he’s getting excited now, tail wagging with delight, because he knows that you’ll let him continue—so long as he doesn’t make it obvious to anyone in the room.

this means that, when one of the representatives suddenly starts calling you, he technically doesn’t have to behave.

“hello?” you bring your phone up to your ear, and at the same time—meguru’s hand slips past the waistband of your panties. he sighs in content—slouching back in his seat and lolling his head to the side. you’d almost think he was the one being touched. “w-what? you can’t find it?”

ah, so you’re saying they’re lost—which loosely translates to you have more time to play. good.

using his index and ring finger to spread you open—he sinks his middle into your warm cunt, curling it upwards and moving his hand side to side a bit. meanwhile, the voice on the other line is begging for directions, and you’re struggling to give them.

you lean into meguru’s side and hold his wrist—not to stop his movements, but to limit them, at least until you manage to get off the phone. but your boyfriend—sweet as pie and smart when it’s convenient for him, presses a kiss to your temple, and decides that he’ll take care of it for you.

“look for the big arena tour billboard, we’re right below that. see you soon,” he leans in and hums happily into your phone, and the rep thanks him before hanging up. with time now running out, he brings all three of his fingers up to your clit, where he rubs tight circles. “mmm, i don’t wanna stop, baby. wanna make you cum.”

“megs, that’s them!” you squeak—spotting two well dressed, important looking people scurrying past a window on the opposite side of the room. you claw at meguru’s wrist—but his fingers stay glued to your clit for as long as possible, and he ends up pulling away mere seconds before they round the corner.

he’s all innocent smiles and waves as the two approach the table—not so subtly licking up the side of his middle finger, which—wouldn’t be so awful if there were more than just drinks on your table. either way, it’s swept under the rug, and the four of you begin introducing yourselves while looking over the menu.

and your phone is on silent at this point, but it lights up with one new message from meguru.

bathroom in 5? <3 i know what i wanna eat ;)

[spacegyaru]

it's almost 3 am in my country, but i have a fanfic idea for kaiser... i need to let it out;;

EDITED: HERE'S THE PART TWO SINCE YALL WANT IT (minors dont read pt 2 pls)

cw: michael kaiser x afab! reader | all charscters are aged 21+. pure fluff / mentions of kaiser's past experiences with his dad. nothing suggestive.

imagine michael kaiser falling in love with you, the owner's daughter of that one bakery that lived across their street. that same girl who gave him free bread everyday, and that same girl who would cry whenever he was wounded and bruised.

your family isn't the richest— but you owned the best bakery in the slums area. because of that, you were often a target of bullies. they bullied you because you have everything that most slum kids didn't have. you had loving parents, you were well-fed, and your parents have stable and honest income from the family business. you were also very pretty, so a lot of people made fun of you, thinking that you are a 'spoiled ditzy princess'.

until one day, you go out for a while to play with others. there, you met him— michael kaiser. he was all bruised and wounded. and to be honest, it looked like he was going to die... if you did not help him that day.

few minutes later, you gave him some water to drink and some sourdough bread to eat and take home. that's all your family's bakery sells after all. your mother also treated his wounds.

he introduced himself as 'michael kaiser' to you and your family. to your parents, he seemed to be a nice and a timid child. but to you, he was cold and a bit hesitant to play and to be friends with you. it was almost as if he hated you.

well, that's what you thought— until there were bunch of kids coming at you, wanting to bully you, pull your hair, and just flat-out mess with you. kaiser was the one who protected you. he told them that he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of them if they mess with you.

apparently, most slum kids are scared of kaiser, which means that you were sooo protected.

and ever since then, you would give him sourdough bread... and if your store is feeling fancy, you would give him some bread rolls that your mother made.

even if kaiser protected you a lot, he was still cold towards you. you thought that he wasn't just expressive.

the truth is, kaiser actually really really liked you. but he didn't have the confidence because he sees you as an angel, and he's just... well, he's just who he is.

fast forward when both of you grew up— well, both of you were in high school when the incident happened. by incident i mean, when he was arrested for alleged stealing.

during that time, both of you were still friends. but you rarely see him because of the 'sidelines' that kept him busy. still, you try your best to keep in touch. sometimes, you would pass by their home and give him something like sourdough bread and some bread rolls.

as time went by, you grew feelings for him. you no longer see him as the friend who protected you, but he was like a knight and shining armor. sometimes, you still wonder why he hasn't let you meet his new friends tho...

one day, kaiser got arrested for stealing. your family was deeply sad about it. they knew that his father forced him to do it— and that he's not the type to do something like that.

after that, you've never heard from him again. until a year later, you've started seeing him on billboards, commercials, and etc. it seems that he's playing for a team in germany.

despite all that happened and the separation between the both of you, you felt very happy for him. whatever success he was experiencing at this point, he deserved it. you were sad that he forgot about you, but eventually, you've come to accept that both of you live in two different worlds now.

until one day, you saw a familiar figure appearing on the bakery door. his usually grumpy expression was changed into a smug and confident one.

your eyes delighted to see who it was — it was michael kaiser, your knight and shining armor, who seem to have returned to see you again. he came back for you.

note: should i make a part two of this?lol

btw this isn't proofread so i apologize in advance!

EDITED: PART TWO YALL (minors dont read pt 2)

[itoshiabi]

What I think Blue lock boys will gift you on your first valentine with them-

Pt.2- Reo, Rin, Shidou, Hiori, Kaiser

Pt.1- here

Reo Mikage

Reo goes all out, as expected. When you give him chocolates, he grins. "Thank you so much, love, but I hope you didn't think I'd just gift you something simple in return." He then takes you to a beautifully decorated rooftop dinner, complete with fairy lights and a breathtaking city view. "I wanted our first Valentine's to be unforgettable," he says, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. But despite the extravagance, his voice is soft when he adds, "Because you're really special to me." He spends the night making sure you feel just as cherished as he does.

Rin Itoshi

Rin isn't the type to care about Valentine's Day, so when you bring him a homemade chocolate box, he scoffs, "You know I don't care about this stuff, right?" But as you turn to leave, thinking he truly doesn't appreciate it, he sighs, grabs your wrist and mutters, "Wait. If you're giving me chocolates, I should at least return the favor." He then awkwardly hands you a small gift—a pink purse, something simple but meaningful. "Don't lose it," he says, looking away to hide his slight blush.

Shidou Ryusei

Shidou treats Valentine's like a game, and you're his favorite player. When you nervously give him chocolates, he grins wickedly, pulling you onto his lap. "Aww, babe, you shouldn't have," he teases, taking a bite dramatically. "But if you wanted my heart, you could've just asked." You roll your eyes, but before you can escape, he traps you with his arms. "Now it's my turn to give you something sweet," he smirks, before kissing you right there, not caring about the place.

Hiori Yo

Hiori is nervous about celebrating Valentine's Day with you, unsure if he can make it special enough. When you hand him chocolates, his eyes widen in surprise. "You… made these for me?" he asks, touched by the effort. He then hesitantly gives you a neatly wrapped book—one that he thought you'd enjoy. "I wasn't sure what to get you, but I know you like reading," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. Later that night, you two sit together, reading side by side, his hand resting lightly over yours.

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser treats your first Valentine's like a grand event. When you hand him chocolates, he smirks. "Only the best for your king, huh?" Then he gestures behind him, revealing a giant bouquet of roses and an expensive necklace. "I hope you didn't think I'd let you outdo me," he teases, placing the necklace around your neck himself. "You're mine, after all." He then kisses your forehead, making sure everyone around knows exactly who you belong to.

[cheralith]

Hear me out

More on the Blk×hp crossover because it has taken over my life

Okay, Kaiser hears a rumour that you and isagi are dating.

This infuriates kaiser to no end. He doesn't know why it pisses him off. He's being extra mean to you, and you can't seem to figure out why. Don't even get me started on Quidditch. He's got it out for Isagi, he's more aggressive towards poor isagi. What if Isagi gets hurt? You're tending to him and omgg it gets him . Bro is loosing his shit atp.

If he sees you guys together at Hogsmeade on Valentine's day...

I just want to see his ass suffer and when he realizes that it's false information lmfao 🤣 and bro was torturing himself (and poor Ness #nessdeservesbetter😔 #justiceforness) over nothing

Yeahh that's it. Please forgive me if there're any grammatical errors

Take care.

Happy Valentines 💝

characters ; michael kaiser

contains ; hogwarts au, slytherin!kaiser, ravenclaw!reader, gryffindor!isagi, mild violence

happy (late) valentine's day, angel! you've put me in a ditzy because of this ask, so i thank you kindly for feeding into my daydreams i quite like this stupid little white boy <3 (also i said in a previous post that yoichi would be a ravenclaw, but i think he suits gryffindor a lil more ngl esp after ch293 :P)

kaiser would most DEFINITELY be the type of person to let out his anger through his playing, so expect there to be a ton of fouls from him during the gryffindor vs. slytherin match because he just "accidentally" keeps running into isagi, nearly knocking him off his broom more than ounce. it doesn't help that there's been whispers circulating that there's been confirmation of you and isagi officially being a couple after the many speculations from stray eyes that keep a rather close eye on you and him. the golden boy of gryffindor and the ace of ravenclaw... many would agree that you and him would be power couple in the halls of hogwarts, completely disregarding kaiser. it didn't help that evidently, you and isagi got along much better than you and kaiser did, sharing soft smiles and joyous laughter amongst each other rather than hardened glares and quick-witted insults. you were best friends after all, not sworn rivals like you and he were.

slytherin ends up winning the match, kaiser rising victorious by scoring the winning goal to break the tie, but he can't really celebrate his win in full because he sees you later tidying up some wounds and scratches isagi had gotten from the match in the preparation tent. his jaw grits, watching the intimate scene unfurl before him.

isagi hisses through his teeth when you gently place the cotton bud on an open wound on his elbow.

you wince, pulling your hand back. "i'm sorry..."

"no," isagi shakes his head, encouraging you to keep going. "i'm fine, it just stings a bit, 's all..."

you look at him with a doubtful countenance, but dab the alcohol-soaked cotton bud anyway, trying not to notice the way isagi's eyes close in pain. tenderly, you place a band-aid on the skin before you soak another cotton bud and move to the scratch on his cheek, your fingers brushing his reddened cheek (the hue unnoticed by you) when you repeat the process to help disinfect and clean up the small gash.

"he's such a bastard," you mutter softly, "he should've gotten a foul when he nearly knocked you into the hufflepuff stands."

isagi shrugs, "it is what it is."

"is it me or did he seem more pissed than usual?" you inquire, your fingers smoothing over the bandage you've placed over the cut. "like he was taking his anger on you specifically. did you do something to him?"

"hell if i know," isagi sighs, rolling his eyes. "it's hard to read kaiser."

kaiser's eyes narrow as you hold isagi's face in your palm, his nails digging into his palms as he watches you examine him for any spare injuries you didn't tend to. not wanting to infuriate himself with this meddling nonsense, he decides to replace the feeling with pride and glory, stomping out of the tent and replacing the loud throbbing in his ears with the cheers of his fellow slytherins that shout his name in a steady beat as he appears before him.

he bathes in the glory for a bit, letting his ego fill with the approvals of his audience, though from the corner of his eye, he catches a blur of blue and red walk side by side together out of the arena, arm in arm.

on valentine's day, kaiser receives bucketloads of chocolates from his admirers, both known and unknown. he waves them off when ness presents them, going downstairs to fetch some breakfast, only for him to see you hand isagi a medium-sized golden box of chocolates shaped in a diamond that he accepts gratefully, a large smile on his face before he gives you a bag of candies. you go and give your other friends the same chocolates, a small personalized envelope with a card glued onto the front of it, their names all written in a pretty cursive.

he ditches breakfast, deciding he'll eat later and runs up back to his dorm. for some reason this year, unlike the prior ones, he actually shuffles through all the boxes trying to look for a peculiar, diamond shaped one, and he does find it to his satisfaction. he pulls it out so fast from the pile and rips open the card, anticipating a specific someone's name to be signed at the bottom.

... but his face contorts into irritation when an unknown girl's name is read. who the hell is "imogen?"

he tosses the letter over his shoulder, thinking this was stupid. no way did he just spend fifteen minutes attempting to find a box of chocolates from you, knowing the tense relationship between you and him. of course you wouldn't give him any—you weren't even friends! so why the sudden spark of hope...?

kaiser's valentine's day turns even more sour when he tries to distract himself and goes to hogsmeade to fix himself up some firewhiskey, only to see you and isagi in the window of honeydukes, examining candy together. this didn't seem to be a group trip either, considering he didn't recognize anyone else that you were friends with in the store, so you and him must've went together.

right—he nearly forgot. you were a couple now. of course you'd be spending the holiday of love together. that's just common sense.

"you think she'll like this?" isagi asks you, holding up a basket assortment of many candies. "i don't know what she really likes, so i was thinking i'd play it safe and just get her everything."

you grin and throw him a thumbs up. "good move, i think she'd quite like that. maybe throw in that teddy bear we saw earlier."

he nods with a blush on his face that you can only giggle at. you've never seen your best friend so giddy before, especially since he'll be having his first date with the hufflepuff girl in his astronomy class he's been admiring, a pride within you blooming when he told you excitedly this morning that he'd be going to madame puddifoot's soon with her.

"i'm gonna go pay and then go get ready back at my dorm," says isagi as he nudges his head towards the cash register, the gifts he holds in his hands starting to tumble out of his grasp a little. "i'll see you later at dinner to tell you how everything went!"

"good luck! don't be nervous!" you call out to him when he shuffles through the crowd before returning your attention to examine the luxury chocolates they had just imported from belgium.

a shadow looms over you suddenly, and you feel the temperature drop a bit from the air around you. there's an impending sense of doom that pits itself in your stomach, so it doesn't take you too long to discover the identity of the tattooed hand that snatches the box of chocolates you were examining away.

your jaw ticks.

"i was looking at that," you mutter with irritation, slowly turning back around to face a familiar blonde. "... kaiser."

"hm," kaiser merely hums back nonchalantly, eyes flickering over the assortment of flavors indicated on the back. "never thought you'd have such a sophisticated sweet tooth," he mutters as he reads over the unique flavor profiles of each chocolate.

"god forbid someone wants to go out of their comfort zone," you roll your eyes obnoxiously before picking up another box to assess, not wanting to bother to get back the previous one you were holding. of course somehow kaiser makes your life ten times more difficult whenever he was around, even off campus grounds.

the assortments look so tasty, you think, reading over the details of the feuilletine truffle. maybe you should treat yourself this valentine's day, relishing in fancy chocolates and curling up with a good book sounds like your ideal day of rest. you think you deserve an upgrade from the casual chocolates you were used to purchasing for a quick fix...

... until you look at the price of the box of chocolates.

your eyes nearly bulge out of their head when you read the price.

"forty five galleons?!" you whisper-shout under your breath, only loud enough for the man behind you to hear. kaiser's eyes flicker towards your astonished visage. "merlin, was this made out of unicorn hair or something?!"

you sigh and place the box down on the shelf again, choosing to return back to the safety of the generic honeydukes chocolate bar instead of wasting your money on something that'd disappear all too quickly.

"you're not gonna get it?" kaiser inquires as you begin to look for a way out of the chocolates area.

"as if i have that kind of money," you snort haughtily.

"then ask your boyfriend to buy it. it's valentine's day after all," kaiser snarks back, the words coming out of his lips faster than he's able to fully process them. he curses himself in his mind when he realizes what he's said, revealing the fact that your status as a couple wasn't as hidden as some may say.

"huh?" you turn back with a confused look. "boyfriend? what?"

it's kaiser's turn to look perplexed. "your boyfriend?" he repeats and pokes a stray strand of hair from the top of his head to mimic an ahoge. "yoichi isagi? golden boy of gryffindor? sound familiar?"

your brows furrow and you wonder if he's making fun of you.

"yoichi and i aren't dating," you counter back. "who told you that?"

the way kaiser feels relieved feels unnatural, like a giant weight had just been unburdened from his shoulders. he shouldn't even be feeling this heaviness in the first place, but he did and now it's gone just from the mere words that counter his initial belief.

... he still feels relieved, oddly enough.

"i—" kaiser starts, but draws blanks when he attempts to cover up his nasty acceptance of a mere rumor, feeling idiotic he had believed such a thing so fast and so intently. "it's just floating about. since y'know, you guys are so close... and stuff," he mutters hotly.

your lip curls in annoyance. "never thought you'd be one to accept rumors so loosely," you mimic his tone from earlier, crossing your arms. a vein pops in kaiser's forehead at your arrogance, and he opens his mouth to give you a snide response back, but you begin to turn on your heel.

"don't believe such stupid shit so fast," you say, waving a hand to indicate your leave. "it won't do you good in the long-run."

kaiser is eventually left alone in the chocolate aisle, a little flabbergasted at what just happened. he watches you as you exit the store by yourself, choosing not to buy anything while he's in the vicinity. a warmth blooms within kaiser's chest however, when he repeats your denial of a relationship in his head.

"yoichi and i aren't dating."

"they're not dating," kaiser mumbles to himself as he grips the box of expensive chocolates in his hands with a small smile. "yeah... they're not dating."

that evening, you later find a delicately wrapped box placed on your desk with your name on it. you take off the green ribbon and rip open the white wrapping paper and widen your eyes to what's revealed from inside.

it was the box of expensive belgian chocolates you were looking at just hours beforehand. you're astonished, thinking who on earth had spend this much money on you when you try and find the sender of the package, only to be met with a short, mysterious inscription on the back of the box's lid.

"happy valentine's day. eat well and enjoy." —🌹